The insistent probing between her thighs had achieved the result Trish inwardly craved. That ‘finger’ was gently flexing, rotating inside her vest...bule, her slippery inner folds receiving a thrilling massage . Trish found herself giving answering hip motions to increase the pleasurable sensation. She could almost hear the drip drip drip of her vaginal juices hitting the concrete floor!.Her large breasts were squashed up against the hard wall, her nipples painfully engorged.It all seemed a. Nothing more than that. I want to see it.” She thought for a while and said “Ok but you have to see it from a distance.” I agreed. She then put her hands on her back, unhooked her chudidhar, pulled her sleeves down her arms and lifted her bra up exposing her balloon like boobs. It was actually dark brownish colour and I was seeing them with my mouth wide open. I asked her “Can I press it once dear?” She then took my hands and placed it on her breasts and I squeezed it 3 or 4 times. It was too. Pedaling it along was not a problem, not even in the thirty degree temperature.Since Sylvia had arranged a meeting at the bank for me at nine, I ate slowly. Sylvia and Peter Gordon were both in school that morning, so I was on my own until noon. I was looking forward to the quiet and solitude, as I always did. Of course it would be shattered by the meeting in less than an hour. The meeting included the Realtor, and Delbert at least. There could easily be others tagging along with either of. That was shocking for me. I also felt very confused that how she get that confidence and how expertly she is doing all that sex stuff. It seemed like she knew more then me about sex and that is another very unusual thing here in this country. the whole sex scenario was very confusing for me. We had great sex that night and we slept, the next we didnt talk about last night but the thing that stuck in my mind was that how well she did everything, where did she get that confidence? Having sex.