She and Petr had arranged to meet at the glade again this evening, but while she had arrived, Petr had apparently tarried at his forge and had yet to ...ppear. In fairness to the young man, it was more that Gwen was early than that he was late for their tryst. As she strolled barefoot through the tall grasses, breathing deeply of the softly swaying flowers--their tantalizing scent wafting in the gentle breeze--Gwen could scarce contain herself as she looked forward with eager anticipation to the. Reading about them was driving me wild. I could feel my pussy became warm as I read intently. Now all I needed was the nerve to do it.Michael and I had been dating for about four months and I really liked him. We got along great even though we had not engaged in any sexual activities. Of course, we kissed and he copped the occasional feel of my breasts, but that was as far as it had gone. I was hoping to change that very soon.The dance was boring and I asked Michael if we could leave. He nodded. I felt a little awkward about it and the feeling that a sex bomb like me is going to allow an ugly fat short slick to suck my boobs.After dinner, all four of us had a little chat and at 10 my husband went to bed. For the next 15 minutes, the place was completely silent. Then Chandran started “Bhabhi, shall we?” I was a bit confused and reluctantly nodded my head.I shifted to the center but to feed them both at the same time felt impossible with the pallu on and I was not ready to take off the. " She paused."Although What?" I prompted her."Well I would have liked her to have seen a friend of mine back home, she has . . . assistants that could coax anything out of a young girl," She smiled as if in memory, "or a young girl out of anything."I smiled at her look, "Nice memories?" I asked her.She looked at me, "Well their breasts were just the right . . ." Then she realized what I had said and blushed. "Oh . . . err . . . yes, very nice memories." She said."I won't tell if you won't." I.