Back and forth. Before long I can feel him humming just like me.I think about coming around to wash his front, but I stay behind him. I want him to fe...l as comfortable with me as possible. Seeing a woman seems to make him all starchy and he gets professional on me. As much as I appreciate his professional face it is Not the one I want to win. So I carefully wash from the back. With all this washing and humming he ends up hard as a rock."Do you want me to take care of that for you?" I ask him. I didn’t want to do it to her as I loved Prasanna.I reached her home and was choked to see Prasanna’s vehicle outside. Then hesitantly I waited outside but decided to go in and face Prasanna. Then I rang the bell. Tripti came and opened the door. She was wearing a black salwar kameez and was looking beautiful. She invited me in with a thin voice.I asked her whether everything was alright. She said nothing and asked me to wait for her. She went in. Then she came out with a glass of cool. Not bothering with the bikini, she slipped her clothes back on and went in search of food. After getting a long, appreciative glance from the first man she passed in the lobby, Madelyn remembered that her shirt was slightly sheer, making her nipples quite noticeable as they rubbed against the fabric. For the next half hour she enjoyed lustful looks from multiple men and two women, and felt the thrill of subtle exhibitionism. It was a nice ego boost. When Madelyn had eaten, she wanted to strip. We didn’t even feel each other up. Our friends also gave us information, some of it true, some of it totally false. I was in love with her, but I didn’t tell her. I lived in a frustrating kind of hell until we were eighteen. I was afraid she would slap me or scream or run away if I told her how I felt. Little did I know that I was much more scared than she was. I got a part time after school job and in two more years, I had saved enough to get a better ride. It wasn’t new but it was a vast.