Sometimes, he said the weirdest things with a simple innocence. It was no wonder that he was a hit with my wife Bina. He broke through my conservative...wife Bina’s wall of isolation with males and became her favourite in a short time. He had a knack of taking liberties with her in such an innocent way that she was flattered rather than offended. Within the first three months, Sam was like our good family friend. Occasionally Sam made appreciative though mildly sexual comments on my wife Bina’s. I pushed myself down on him, all the way down until he was in me as deeply as possible. I squeezed him with my internal muscles and then began to ride him up and down, hard and fast. Sitting up on him, he watched as I played with my breasts and then my clit, rubbing hard at my clit as I fucked him. Turn around he told me, I know he likes my arse so I did exactly as I was told, but first I released one of his hands from the silk tie, I turned around, him spread-eagle on the bed, me straddling. I look over and see a figure standing next to the tree. I thought I looked there before, must of missed it. “Hello, who is that?” I ask as I sit up and look over. “Come here…” I hear softly again as I slowly walk over. Curiosity has me, instinct is telling me to use my cell phone light, but curiosity is telling me to walk over and see. “I can barely see you, who is that?” I reach the tree, and finally see those eyes staring into mine. She walks closer and looks at me, placing her hand gently on. So think about it from Her point of view – this timid lad from the stores who find any excuse to come up to the offices where She works, who’ll willingly run Her errands, finds it difficult not to stare at Her in a sort of trance when he sees Her tight top or short skirt. Back in the 70s there wasn’t the awareness about all things to do with sex as there is now, though most girls would know about dirty old men in rainmacs, even if they were confused with flashers. Though polite girls would.