Still blushing, Mandhira aunty turned to move away from me, but I just moved closer to her and held her hands and I could feel the heat of her body. �...�Please leave me, Rajesh, I need to go, I don’t know what got into me today to act like a slut. Don’t say anything about this to anyone. Promise me.”“I promise you I won’t say this to anyone, and you can trust me. But please help me now with this,” I pleaded with her showing my still erect cock to her. “Rajesh,” she said, “You have a long life. It was a frustrating wait for Marie. When it got to eight-thirty, she put her heels on, picked up her purse, and headed to the bar. She ordered a glass of wine and looked around while it was being poured. To her surprise, Tom was already there, alone.Marie walked over, "Hi, Tom, where's Ruth?"Tom was vague, "She's busy. She'll be back soon."Marie and Tom spoke for about ten minutes, and then Ruth joined them. There was an air of something between Tom and Ruth. They didn't seem to be angry, but. "Are you mocking me, keeping your voice low like that?" No."I didn't know what else to say, but she kept grinning at me, so she left me speechless.As we stared, we heard footsteps. "What, are you telling my mom I'm mean, Ben?" Amy asked."No, Amy, now grow up, will you?" she asked, stepping toward Amy. "He's your boyfriend, and we're allowed to talk without you. It is not like he's telling me any dirty secrets, and I don't know what you were chatting about, but I said 'Hi' to him, and then he. Finally he kept asking me to have lunch with him until finally I gave in. He was really nice and I enjoyed his flirting. We had lunch a couple of times and then he asked to pick me up after work for a drink. Nothing happened until one evening in a bar he began to caress my thigh while talking. His hand began to move up toward my pussy and I was getting really excited that another man would want to touch my sex.”“When his fingers were under my panties and inside my pussy, I was so turned on.