So immedietly I touch her boob on her blouse and saree and clean that ice cream slowly . I was doing this after ice cream gone from that place she sai... “hey wat Praveen ice cream is gone yar leave it and she smiled “ I had some guts and touch her boobs more and I said “ jayanthi it’s soo soft “ and I put hands inside saree and touch her boobs on her blouse hardly . Since she not restricted I put both hands and squeezed her boobs . She was moaning like hmmmmm hmmmmmm…… so that I understand her. When she walked across to her kitchen, I purposely followed. I’d charmed my way in, but now was the time for some pressure. “Nice home you have here, Mrs. Marrelli. But I feel so formal using your surname. What does your husband call you?”“My name is Nichole.”“No, that wasn’t my question. What does your husband call you?” She looked at me in confused irritation, and I could see her debate what to say.“Well?” I urged, as she tried playing for time by fussing with the coffee cups. I took two. The hills themselves had turned black in the night and eerily resembled the musculature of the stranger. ‘You’re so far away,’ Mina said, urging her friend to speak. It was unlike Kore to be so quiet. ‘Do you dream of men, Mina?’ responded Kore, still looking at the hills. ‘Men? What men? The ones that I’d like to marry?’ She sat next to Kore and knudged her with an elbow. ‘Or the ones that I would like to take as lovers?’ They both dissolved into laughter. Mina covered her mouth and gasped,. I felt like a man taking her, though I was satisfying her, I felt like I owned her. I felt myself getting wet, my fluids began drooling down my thighs. She bgan moving her hips up and down, as she held my head between her legs, I used my toungue to lick her. I pushed two of my fingers inside of her, they were soaked immediately, her walls were tight around me. I loved feeling her inside, I wished more then ever to be a man, to feel her deep. I wished I could go further than my small fingers.