Then I move my hand to her vagina and touch her pussy on her panty. I felt her panty was already wet, probably because of the sweat but yet it was gre...t.I crouched down on my kneels in front of her while continuing to maintain our eye contact. I gently took her panty out, she was wearing a thong. I smellt her panty, ahh its smell was great. I grab her legs and raise them to the bench.Her beautiful vagina was in front of me and her tits were still in the opening. That was the sexiest view that. I had to go to a school Saint Vincent's where there were no girls, only boys. That's when I was introduced to gay sex.I was beginning to think of my mom and sisters at home. I so wanted to be near them. But due to my overly free hands, I was put into a reformatory, which lasted for a year.This is where I was raped by three black boys in the shower, the first night I was there. After that it was a daily thing to be set up as one of the 'pokies'.I had a growth spurt between my 11th and 12th. ‘Shit or get off the pot’. ‘Time to put your money where your mouth is’. However I had to also remind myself that ‘the ball was in her court’. Even with our conversation and innuendos I still had to wonder what the reality of the situation may bring. On the one hand it could go favorable ‘and they all lived happily ever after’. But on the other hand there was the ‘loose lips sink ships’ cliche to deal with. After all a story meant to entertain strangers connected the dots fairly quick and I. “Hi,” I boomed, “you must be Marcel,” I said as friendly as a big Texan can, avoiding any form of honorific or title and using his first name. I stuck out my meaty gorilla hand, “I’m Bill, Jude’s husband. Welcome to my home.”He looked to Jude then back to me and didn’t extend his hand. He seemed a little intimidated.“Sorry, I only kiss after at least three dates,” I said waving my open hand in front of him, with a big friendly smile on my face, “in Texas, we shake hands.”That snapped him out of.