I pulled her closer. "Jen," I whispered in her ear. "Were you thinking about me?" "N-no," she answered in a low voice. "Jen," I whispered again, "y...u were thinking about this afternoon, weren't you?" She didn't answer I continued. "You were thinking about this afternoon, and you liked it, didn't you?" My cock was straining in my shorts now. I moved closer to her, moving so she was sitting between my legs, knowing she could feel my hardon against her back. She gasped. "Can I tell you a. Aaahhh ooaah…mai phr unke chut pr gya..use muh me lekar chatne lga..wo ajib mhk rha th pr wo mhk mujhe mdhosh kr rhi th..mai unke chut ko dant se jat kat kr chusne lga..uska pura rash mujhe chusna th..fr maine unhe ulta kia n unke gand pr kis kia ..phr unke gand ko phara n unke ched ko chatne lga n sugne lga.Ah kya mhk th..n kya taste th..mza a rha th…fr maine apni ek ungli unki gand me dal di bhabhi boli kya bt h tmhe gand psnd hai kya,to maine kha ha bhabhi mje anal sex bhut psnd h n aj mai. The mask was feeling a bit stuffy so I took it off. Taking a moment to enjoy the view, I walked around her, observing how the dress clung to her body.The cleft of her arse was visible through the thin material. She waited, looking fairly calm while I drank a bottle of Bud.Time for some work.I took the hem of her dress in both hands and lifted it above her waist. She gasped with surprise but stayed still. I pulled higher, revealing braless, firm tits.The view was good. A shapely, mature woman.. John, unusual for the time, was an out gay man, he was slender, handsome, and charming. We had a work-friendly relationship that never amounted to more than brief conversations and sharing of jokes. I never had the slightest sexual attraction to him or any other man, that was to change in a big way.After a while, our conversation drifted into the more personal and John opened up about bathhouses as places he would go to have sex. I was fascinated, the more I listened the more I wanted to see.