I can feel his erection. Pressing against my bottom. I'm turned on that he's hard. I moan. His other hand moves over my belly. And agonisingly slowly....He moves down towards my cunt. He nudges my foot with his . A silent message to open my legs wider. And as I do. His hand cups my pussy. His big powerful hand covers my cunt. And Kimball sensation. Hearing his breathing against my ear. Feeling him holding me. Restrained by his other arm. His cock rubbing against me. And the wet fluid of arousal. I didn't really know what else I could do,after all. And he made a good point. Gina was the most loving, caring,considerate person I knew, well, apart from Mark himself perhaps, so ifanyone would understand this then she would, even though she wasn't asexual, kinky sort of person. After a while of dithering, of pacing backand forth, up and down the corridor of the hotel, I decided to hell withit, I had to give this a shot or I would spend the rest of my marriedlife wondering what could have. Nancy could tell their approximate age from the sound of their voices and the things they were saying.Nancy had always imagined guys' locker room scenes to be crude, rude and lewd. She was not prepared for what she heard that day as a virtual 'fly on the wall' but literal bare broad in a stall. Her secret hiding place gave her cover but the thought of getting caught was only one thing to make Nancy blush; the language these boys used and how they referred to girls shocked and amazed Nancy. But,. I told him I knew a man that might be able to help. You," she said, tapping me on the chest with her folded fan and smiling."Women? I don't know anything about women," I told her."Obviously," she said, "but get over there and do what you can for him. He's alone with seven or eight women, and it's driving him mad."Since I owed the good lady for many favors, and since I was curious, I went. Her nephew turned out to be a man of middle years and more-than-adequate means. He had an ornate and.