I mean that they fool around. Hey, what can I say? Try it, you may like it," David really seemed interested."Why don't you go out and have sex with he...? She is closer to your age," I was really confused at this point.And the more they told me about ponygirls, the more confused I got. Like, ponygirls dress as Moslem women when out in public but then they turn around and pose naked for this ponygirl magazine. What was up with that? Lake was wearing a short summer dress and short sexy high-heeled. I was just trying to relax.So I go into this well-known old restaurant that serves great steaks andstrong drinks. Next thing I know, a pretty girl dressed casual ischecking me out across the circular bar. She's sitting next to an oldergentleman and talking, having a good time, but calm, not crazy. Shewalks by about thirty minutes later on the way to the restroom I guess,and I stop her and say hello.Next thing I know, she's pulled up a stool next to me, and we're havingfun, just talking about. That was heaven for both of us and that was what only, we both needed i.e. Mutual satisfaction. The velvety touch of the blouse added to the excitement. After around twenty minutes she asked me to remove my hands, which I did. She adjusted the blouse again and did something inside the blouse. She again came close to me and again my right elbow was on left her boobies. But this time, oh my god, they were uncovered from the blouse and only the soft sari pallu was covering them. I pressed my right. It didn’t take long to catch their attention as I always dressed for the occasion by wearing a short dress, heels and stockings along with crotch-less panties ... if I wear any panties at all. I would park where I could be seen deliberately flashing my legs and pussy getting out of my car leaving them in no doubt that our interest in each other was mutual.My visits to the skateboard park which was way over the other side of town became a regular thing and, I’m guessing, was eagerly anticipated..