She found that she was extremely nervous, that all her instincts had somehow deserted her. She took a deep inhalation of smoke, slowly let it out, the... breathed deeply. It did not help. She was still jumpy.She went back to the kitchen, took her place at the table, put the toast in the toaster, then poured the coffee. Her husband came through the door as she was pouring his coffee. He took his seat across from her, then said, "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Yes. I suppose so. Fred... I," she. ”“You are too,” she replied.I hugged her to me with more pressure this time. My hands dropped to her waist. I slowly raised them and felt upwards to her breasts. My thumbs grazed the sides of her breasts and I could feel her nipples through her bra and blouse. She didn’t resist when my hands reached under her blouse and inside her bra. My palms squeezed her boobies and rubbed all around them. Again my thumbs caressed her nipples and I tugged at them with my thumbs and first fingers. They. So I asked her to tell me about herself, how she met her husband-the story of her life. It took about an hour. She met Ronnie in college, when they were both sophomores. He was her first serious boyfriend. She turned up pregnant and quit school after they got married. Then she miscarried and never went back to college, though Ronnie finished. He was some kind of auditor for a restaurant supply company, and Beth worked as a supervisor at Target. She seemed to like her job and made a point of. The situation was overwhelming as I realised i was shaking with excitement/ fear/ anticipation. My fingers fumbled in an effort to get beneath the material barring the way to one of my ultimate fantasies. I was highly inexperienced this being my second opportunity to get close to female anatomy and couldn't find my way into her pussy. I have thought about it since and I think because if her legs position I was feeling around where the leg stops, what a fool! Frustrated and confused I risked.