I liked the feeling and it excited me. Don hesitated for a couple of seconds as my lips clumsily pressed against his, and then he responded. I opened...my mouth, he opened his, our tongues met and danced together, and I sucked his tongue deeper into my mouth. I moved to straddle him as his arms wrapped around me and I felt his erection rubbing against my own sex and it felt nice, and I started moving my hips to rub against him some more. His hands went under my tank top and his fingertips. I still have pictures of you on my camera from that day. Yeah, I asked. Yeah I do, only your much hotter now, she said in a seductive tone. What does it feel like to, you know, to have a hard boner. I turned to her and said, I can't really explain it. It just feels really good! Like it needs something warm and wet to surround it and tightly squeeze and message it, I replied. Does it feel like that now, she asked. Her breath was quickening. I looked at her and said, yeah it does. I'm really. As she kept walking she saw the diner about a block away and her forlorn car alone in the parking lot. Her thoughts shifted back to Cal, wondering what he would do. In a way, he was on the hook to complete the fuel pump repair. He’d escaped from the diner last night without saying a word about it. Most men would forget about it, if so inclined, but not Cal. He was a man who couldn’t sleep at night unless he’d crossed all his tees.She thought how interesting it would be to see how he’d handle. I was too much eager to know about the secrets of female body and got crazy to find a way to see it. Else than blue films I used to go to nearby pond and took hide behind the dense bush to see unsuspecting women bathing and changing clothes over there. I got terrible excitement in that voyeurism.My father Mr. Mrinal kanti Sarkar was a rice businessman. He had a big shop at the market place and two large go-downs to store rice. He was a very busy man and seldom stayed at home to look after.