All day she thought that Pete would phone her and ask her about what had caused that wet patch on her side of the bed; but no call came; even stranger...all day Pete puzzled how he could have made two wet patches on opposite sides of the bed and not have disturbed Jan. Again that evening at home there seemed an air or nervous tension as Jan and Pete both walked around as if treading on eggshells.There was even more embarrassed silence as Jan and Pete sat facing each other watching TV; unable to. Olga spread her legs wider giving this man easy access to her pussy.The old man placed his hand against Olga's pussy and gently touched it. Olga let out a low soft moan. Olga moved her hips forward so the man had better access to her pussy. The man knew what Olga wanted so he pushed a finger into Olga's pussy.Olga reached down and grabbed the man by the wrist holding his hand in place. She wanted the man fingers deep inside of her. Being in public with people around made what was happening that. "You may have lost me with that last one," I said."Do you remember what you did when you were captured?" he asked me."Vividly," I said."You might not have known it at the time but you did the same thing we've just been talking about," he said."I did?" Of course you did. They gave you a choice of doing it their way or being completely controlled and you told them Fine, control me. It stumped them completely. Even the biologicals were no help with an appropriate response. There was nothing they. She moved her panties over and guided his right hand to her mons. He slid his fingertips inside her, and found that she was very wet. He began moving his fingers on her clit, making small circles to the left and right. He was gentle. He was patient. He drove very slowly on this back country road. She began to breathe heavily and to make small moans of pleasure as he touched her. He continued with the small circles to the left and right. He slid his fingers into her love grotto—oh, it was even.