And that's exactly what we did for the next few weeks.But of course, vaginal foam was extremely messy, and had to be inserted deep into my vagina righ... before intercourse began, in order for it to be as effective as possible. Although Ray and I would incorporate the insertion of the spermicidal foam into my vagina as part of our foreplay, it never felt comfortable for either of us (for various reasons that I'm not going to elaborate on here).Ray and I were also well aware that we couldn't. However there was a lot of response from her towards my kissing. She pressed herself against me totally and embraced me. I continued kissing her on the lips, cheeks, forehead, neck and the area just above the breasts. I had already started kneading the breasts one by one and both of us were hot. My only concern was that the power should not come on. I tried removing the buttons of her blouse, but she did not allow me. However she had no objection when I slid her blouse and bra to the top so as. It continued this time to run over my clothes over my chest. I didn’t want to open my eyes as I wanted to know what was happening. So I didn’t react. It was touching all around my chest and with a tremble felt my breasts covered by my chudidhar tops. My heart was beating hard. It suddenly squeezed my boobs. I felt a sudden gush of scare mixed with a nice feeling. I let it happen. Now I confirmed it that it was a hand as it now touched my bare chest . Now it stopped. After a short while I could. He was quiet for a minute.Later that night, after work, Kevin decided he needed a drink. He picked a bar he rarely went to, a place that was on the far side of town. It was a little seedier than his usual spot although not really rough. If you'd asked he would have said he didn't know why he went there or that it was because he didn't want to run into anyone he knew and he just wanted to be alone. The truth was different.The truth was he needed something, something he hadn't done in over year..