Finally I talked and brainwashed her and made her realize that there’s nothing wrong in it. She had actually enjoyed it. I could give her much pleas...re and satisfy her. Nobody needed to know. It would be our secret. After she went to bathroom and came out, I started by holding her hand. She refused a lot but I convinced her and started slowly occupying her. I started kissing her mouth to mouth and she was slowly losing herself. Then I kissed her in different types and put my hands on her breast. I kept watching through the glass at his reflection, as it was dark outside I could see better and of course in my perifial vision, as we progressed slowly his movements became more pronounced.I realized I was drawn to him, I was excited by what he was doing, even more so as I was the architect of him doing it, so I wanted to help him, by being nice to him, and being nice meant I wanted him to see me, so I opened my own coat and showed him my short dress, half way up my thighs.He was pressing. ”Our performance wouldn’t have won any awards, but for a first attempt, with me sight-reading, it wasn’t too bad – and a lot of fun. More than once, we had to stop playing as we were laughing too hard, either at Megan’s attempt to imitate Eliza Doolittle’s cockney accent, or us missing the timing.“Come on, let’s have our shower and get ready, before the others arrive,” Megan said.We headed back to the dressing rooms, and locked the door behind us, just in case the others arrived earlier than. Me: Adepave? Then why didn’t you reply?She: As a woman, we get a lot of pings. Lots of shitty messages.Me: Then how did you reply?She: You are just a curious guy, aren’t you?Me: Sorry.She: Yeah. I have always got your pings. But it never went like sex, dirty talks. You used to put a smiley in the first place. And you will ask ” Epde irukeeenge” in the first place.Me: Hmm. Thanks, I feel good to be here.She: I don’t feel good yet.I hugged her very tightly. I started kissing her neck. Slowly bit.