He told me the route to the theater.I was driving my bike and he was sitting behind me.The roads were nearly empty and he started playing with my body...He first kissed me behind the neck and and while doing that he started pressing my boobs.He pressed my boobs hardly and i started to moan.I was a bit scared though thinking that someone would watch it ;) ;D Then he started to insert one of his hands into my T-shirt n fondle my boobs and the other hand went into my underwear and started pressing. Which as my readers know, I like attractive old ladies who like sex, and Lorraine did not cross me as that type. Anyway, it was her turn to choose the next book and she chose a title called ‘Ladies who say no’. A weird title and it was first published in the Victorian era. Somehow she got hold of some copies and gave them to us.I was so intrigued I asked her why she chose it. She explained that in that era, they were very repressed and sexual relations were never mentioned. She made us laugh by. His hands were pressing hard on my waist and we had problems breathing normally so we decided to move to a more private place where we could continue.We arrived at another park, more isolated than the other one but despite everything, we were still so visible. At that moment, we didn't really care anymore and sat under a tree on top of a low hill. There weren't too many people so it was okay enough for us.We lay under the tree and were soon kissing again, harder, not really holding ourselves. His parents had done so much for him already. They let him live at home which was a big expense saving.Two weeks of Bob's summer were already spoken for. Those two weeks were going to be spent at an Army Reserve Summer Camp. Everyone else that Bob knew who had put in two years of active duty had been assigned to the inactive ready reserve. For some unknown reason Bob was assigned to the active reserves. This meant one weekend meeting a month and two weeks of summer camp for the next two and a.