I wanted to experience it for real more and more. When I was staying over at a friends house, I couldn’t stop myself, I had to touch him, I had to t...y. I ached for dick. I remember it so vividly. First nervously checking to see if he was awake, then cautiously touching his soft cock through his pajamas. It felt so good to touch him. I traced around his shaft and ran my finger tips along it. I could feel it begin the swell, it took my breath away. Lust now in overdrive, I quietly and slowly slid. Anyway, Amy went off undercover and I got on with my job, but you know how it is when you get the feeling that things aint right, but can't put your finger on it. Usually, she'd be able to give me some idea about what she was expected to do, but this time she seemed particularly close lipped about it. I put it down to me misreading the situation, but something kept gnawing away at me - like she was going to have to do something that she knew I wouldn't like.I was on a day off when, after eight. Soon I made my biggest move. I suddenly dragged the towel off her body. Saima got afraid and impulsively put her arms on her breasts to hide. I was frozen with shock, there was a silence. Then everything went into slow motion as I observed her beautiful breasts with those berry like pinkish nipples. I was just seeing her beautiful body. “What are you looking for?” Was all she could spell. My reply was, “What a beautiful figure you have!” She was 34-30-40. She was in a state of half-blush. As he found it I brought my hand down to his, not forcing it away, but holding it before he went further."Carl, should we be doing this, I mean, you were supposed to be out with Ryan tonight, what would he think?" I don't know, I'm getting the feeling he wouldn't mind though Katrina."Then looking me deep in the eyes he said, "Do you mind Ryan, do you mind that I'm here with Katrina? I certainly don't mind if you don't"I just smiled at his final recognition and leaned back in to kiss him,.