When you stop the car again, you undo my seatbelt and come round to let me out of the car, you start guiding me into a building, never moving your arm...from around my waist. We walk over to a lift and you guide me inside, when the doors close you lean in and kiss me keeping one arm around my waist and the other trailing down my back, slowly caressing my arse and then sliding your hand under my dress to feel my soaking wet pussy. I'm so wet that you tell me your going to remove my thong as it is. It was not that I was horny I just wanted the thrill of it more importantly I wanted her to feel it out in public. The feeling of being fingered and the nervousness of being caught doing so in public is a lethal combination.I continued fingering her and pulled my hand out as soon as we were in public. My finger was all smelly and sticky by the time we reached the theatre and she was all out of place.Since I had fingered her in bits and pieces she thou felt the excitement never did get to cum. Akansha and I used to discuss in minute details after each encounter during every foreplay sessions to follow, and both of us used to get turned on tremendously. Experimenting with our sex life became regular. But the frequency remained twice in 3 months.For readers who haven’t read the first 2 parts, Akansha and I have been together for 4 years. Akansha is a Jain girl and I am a bong. She had been blessed with a fair complexion with naturally dark brown long hair till her waist. She had been. Suddenly, Bob dropped the white panties back onto the floor andsaid,"Well, clean up this mess and come downstairs."Then Bob walked out of the room and headed downstairs. Paulslumped back onto the bed in relief, he couldn't believe what hadjust happened. What would his Uncle think if he discovered thatPaul was wearing his wife's panties and getting off on it.What Paul didn't know was that downstairs his Uncle Bob wasnursing a hard-on the likes of which he hadn't felt since hiswife passed away..