By the time we arrived at the club I was worried about a couple of things and I never worried. I was usually confident and sure of myself, but this un...ertainty of how Gwen felt for me was overwhelming me with self doubt, I certainly didn’t want to harm our friendship. My first worry was how Gwen would react to the club and its surroundings, although I felt she would be fine; my second worry was would Emma still be there when I was already twenty-five minutes late? That said, I would eventually. I could feel softness of her pubic area. I squeezed and squeezed. She continued with making roti. Now my hand was very near to her cunt. I pushed hand little down . My fingers touched pubic hair. Unlike Rubiya she had hair around cunt. “like your hair on head this (pubic ) hair would also have heavenly fragrance.” I whispered. She again hit me but this time harder and shouted “betee, aa jao khana taiyar hai.” But I moved my hand down and took her bur in my hand and squeezed it . Bur was wet I. I swiped and saw he had a nice long thick cock. He was a bit shorter than me (I'm 6'2) maybe around 5 foot 10, Latin American, and seemed to be in good shape. I didn't know what to do, I wanted to see if I could get this somewhere, but I didn't feel right about it having a girlfriend. So I did what any horny guy would do; I rationalized it. I took a quarter and told myself "heads three times in a row and I'll message him." Well guess what? Heads. Heads. Heads.I emailed him and after a few back. That evening was one of the worst evenings of my life. I tried not to think of her but even as I watched television, my mind kept returning to Vicky and what she could be doing.At eleven I found myself looking through the window every two minutes or so and by eleven-thirty I was almost ready to take my car and start looking for her. When she came home it was almost midnight and as soon as I saw her enter the house I knew that something was wrong. Her hair was in a mess and her yellow sweater.