She had now placed her hand over my crotch and was rubbing me slowly. I saw Puja staring at my crotch which Lina was rubbing and she still had my hand...on her thigh. I then slowly lifted my hand from Lina’s legs and slid it inside her panty. Being a track pant it was easy and I was soon rubbing over her mound. Lina slid down a little on the couch and was now moaning my name Jehhhhhhh. While doing this I was softly squeezing Puja’s thighs. This went on for about 15 mins and then Lina came over to. I could relate. We shared a lot of stuff, from laundry problems to work problems to how tired we get all the time to the way we felt about the stories we read. We talked about our husbands, who are delightful, but, being male, have these weird ways of thinking. She's got a real job, not a part-time dead-ender like mine, and she has to work a lot harder than I do, but she still wrote these wonderful letters.One day she wrote this:"I finally bought myself a bike and I ride it to school every day.. He pushed her onto her front and straddled her. He lined himself up andslid in smoothly. She let out a small yelp. It still hurt when he wentall the way in that quickly. She felt her small cock rub against thefront of her knickers.She knew this would not be enough to make her come. Ron did not like itwhen she touched herself there. He only liked "gurls", but he did notlike playing with their "extra bits." Occasionally he run his hand overher crotch just to make sure it was there, but nothing. There was a long silence. I wasn’t sure what I should say, if anything. I looked at Sarah for some help, but Sarah just looked at Trish, pleased with the direction that the conversation had taken. “Will you show it to me?” asked Trish, with just a little look of embarrassment. Clearly, whether it was Sarah’s plan or Trisha’s aggressiveness, or just the wine, we had turned the corner from a friendly conversation to the beginning of an evening of sex. “Show her!” Sarah said with encouragement.