I responded as I respond to any of my readers with a thank you and asked for her suggestions and areas for improvement.She gave me some suggestions wh...ch I am going to follow in this story. Our conversation went on for about 10-15 days. We progressed gradually from good morning texts to how was your day texts and then eventually to how’s your sex life going texts. After knowing each other a little well we used to share every detail of our day with each other.We shared our pictures (Argh, yup. And a cute arse, added a little voice at the back of her head. It took her only a few minutes to set the kettle going and put some teabags in the mugs. After which she leaned against the sideboard and rested her hands on her belly. She hadn't had sex now since she fell pregnant and for a change a guy was smiling at her in a way that made her feel attractive rather than some bloated whale. And a cute guy at that. Snapping out of her fantasy, she realised that. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she chanted. Donna’s thighs quivered and George had to steady her as she moaned out her orgasm. A few minutes later they had cleaned up and straighten- ed up. George looked at his watch and frowned, “As much as I’d like to stay with you all afternoon, I have to get back to the shop.” “Can we do another lesson tomorrow?” asked Donna, with a coquettish smile. “I think I can squeeze you in,” George smiled back,. I was very excited to find you like that.” Sara had not considered that possibility. That finding her alone and masturbating would excite him. Mark went on. “Did he ask you to touch yourself?” “Not at first, we just chatted, but after a bit he asked me to touch my breasts.” Sara thought of the chat and felt a tingle as she remembered it. Mark reached out to her left breast and lightly teased her nipple, the tip already hard. Sara squirmed at his touch. “Did you touch it like this?” “Yes…well he.