Then i slowly shifted my fingers upwards, enjoying the feel of her soft smooth skin. I rested my fingers on her ass and squeezed. Then moved forwards,...and felt for her honey pot. I first touched her pussy hair. It was quite dense and i moved my fingers around her dense bush. I played with it, tugging it from time to time. Then i searched for her entrance and pushed in a finger. She was dripping wet. This confirmed my feeling that she was awake all the time, but i played along with her. I folded. I noticed a shadow darken the hole, not a small hole more the size of half a brick missing, from the shadow staying there I gathered the guy next door was checking out my actions. I wasn't too surprised to see the head of a cock suddenly appear through the hole, a not inconsiderable head that had the appearance of a German second world war helmet but with a large slit in it. One thing the guy next door wasn't a shrinking violet, probably a little more pushy than I would have expected normally. We started meeting often over coffee, dinner, etc. and it was the third meeting when we were in the car driving in Gurgaon and she took a step and held my hand. This didn’t come as a surprise as we were into each other and it now been a year. She asked me to take my car to a lonely spot where we first hugged and then our lips met. The kiss went on for like 5 minutes where we were exchanging our saliva passionately and I started putting my hands on her top. She started giving soft moans and I. He just looked at me and then started to smile himself. I clocked the man going into the pub doing a double take at what I had just said. I smiled at him. Jamie drove me home to my cottage in his elegantly restored carriage pulled by eighteen hundred white horses. Well, it was a car to be honest. My hand was on his thigh for most of the journey, which wasn't that long. Within a few miles of the house I stroked my hand over his bulge. It seemed big. Big enough for a girl like me, I thought. I.