He groped her breasts for some time, circling his thumbs around her engorged nipples. One hand traveled slowly down her flat belly to the waistband of...her skirt. She squirmed a bit at the action and her pressed her face harder into the brick wall causing her to whimper. Undeterred his hand slipped underneath the cover of her soft cotton panties, curving over her softly furred mound to find her warm, wet slit. With a broad finger he traced it down to her entrance and back up again to slowly. ”“But, you’re still looking, Dessie, and you know it.”“I am not. I can’t help but flirt a little, but I am not looking for sex outside our marriage — not anymore. I’ll keep our agreement just as I said. What about you? Do you have any regrets about the agreement? I saw you checking out that little sexpot in the lobby.”“I barely remember her, but I just noticed her as I would any good-looking woman. I did not check her out, and likewise, I’ll keep our bargain.”“Our youngest daughter... alluded. It makes such a difference when youknow others are feeling the same doubts and fears. It doesn't makethem disappear, but you realise they can be faced up to and, justmaybe, they can be overcome. They were also willing to show me how Icould cope with the bigotry and prejudice I would face if I went downthe path I was considering. I must have spent every spare moment fora year in reading and researching this new world. At last I had foundan identity; I realised my feelings weren't wrong or. ..whatever. Let her be upset, I don’ give a fuck.”Then out of nowhere, she fumbled out the words “…can I…ummm…CAN I FUCK YOU?”My reaction was priceless.“I wha?... You?... But I… I mean, like, Are you…? … Can you, just…it’s like…dude, what the f--…can we, ummm… fuck, I…mmmmbblmrrmnn…”I stumbled around for a while trying to find something to say…meanwhile Cindy, with a sultry look in her eyes, glided sensually through the water, over to my side.Her eyes were locked on my face, intent on.