He then moved his hand over my lips and put his finger inside my mouth. I sucked it slowly. After that, he started moving his hands over my breasts ov...r my shirt. I was wearing a kurtha and jeans that day. He started pressed my boobs first over my shirt. After that, he pinched them very hard which was giving me a major turn on. When he further understood that I will not resist and that I was enjoying it he put his hand inside my shirt while I moved forward to allow him to unhook my bra. He did. No, I didn’t just let him. I was returning his kiss! At that point I wasn’t just doing what I have to do to survive. I kissed him passionately. I’m aware I’m doing it. I want to stop. But somehow I can’t stop, I couldn’t break that kiss.I felt his manhood moving against my vagina as we kissed. ‘Here it comes,’ I thought, ‘the final indignity, the final dagger in my soul.’If only I had been right. I would come to learn that I had not the vaguest idea of the depths to which I would be dragged by. She said, ‘I love you and don’t want you to be jealous or think it was any more than just some fun and a way to make some money we need’. He said, ‘You know I love you, too…and I’m perfectly ok with it if you are’. She said to me, ‘OK then’. I was really hard and I got on top of her. The excitement I was feeling was overwelming as I put the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. The smell of sex was heavy and I pushed my cock all the way in on the first stroke. The wetness from my going. The mid four weeks of summer were milder like mid-spring and mid-autumn but the humidity was often higher, and we often had heavy rain and tropical storms. All three mid periods could be wet. Winter was often our driest time.I waded ashore, removed my clothes from my satchel and redressed. I slapped my hat on my head and taking note of where I came ashore, I headed inland. It was a pleasant enough walk as a lot of the forests on this side were still in place.I could see where they had been.