.Me: why what’s the reason All of sudden I got reply likeHer: he never has sex with me …Wow my star was working now .i just repliedMe: I’m there...why are you worryingHer: really , you like married womenMe: yesHer : send me your photo …We just exchanged our photo . She like me .me too liked herThen she gave her number immediately i called her we where talking and we started to like each other and decide to meet next day . So as we planned a common place EA mall we meet I brought her roses and she. That seems nice." I told him. He looked down at his shoes. He must have gotten taller and cuter. I frowned at the thought of me thinking good things about him. "Molly, I have to go," He began, "But, I would love to catch up. Dinner?" He asked. My mind raced. What should I say? Yes, No? "Of course. Your place or mine?" I asked. He smiled that great big smile that I remembered. "Mine." He smiled and wrote down his address on a piece of paper. "See you later, Molly." He smiled and leaned in and. We got two sunbeds close to the sea and began to settle down a hard day's tanning. As Melissa undressed I could not help but notice her youthful curves and was a little surprised at her maturity as she removed her bikini top to sunbathe topless. It felt that I was staring as I saw her small but pert breasts jiggle as she sat down. I have always been proud of my own body as I exercised often and kept myself tonedand tanned but I felt a little stale against her freshness. Undressing, I watched. The door was open, just a bit... I think I realized what I was going to see right about the time I actually saw it. The sound was a quiet buzz. I peeked into the room and the first thought that went through my mind was, ‘Of course... ‘ Seeing it, though, was a different matter. I froze there, fascinated.I wasn’t prepared for it. Rachel and I had never masturbated in each other’s presence. I had virtually given up the practice, having Rachel’s vagina, her mouth – even her ass on occasion – to.