And please, I am not sure yet how it all works, so don’t be too disappointed if I can’t help,” I told them, begging them almost, wanting them to...understand.They both nodded. Watching them, I could almost read the emotions they were feeling. Elation that I would try, hope that this was not a waste of time, fear that it wouldn’t work, and that it would.“When...” Mary started to ask and I just held out my hands helplessly.“Now, I guess. Are they near? Where can we do this?”“You don’t need anything. The sex in Brisbane may have been the only affectionate sex we shared. After Brisbane we nudged the boundaries of pleasure a little further each time, moving from the tender to the erotic and eventually hedonistic in the extreme. I would like to say I remember a black bra and sexy stockings and the sensation of cupping and kissing her breasts as I slid the bra off. I would like to say I took my time and savoured every moment of that first encounter but I honestly cannot recall. I do. But she didn’t do it. But I didn’t give up. I desperately wanted to fuck her. I prayed to god to give me an opportunity to fuck her.God finally answered my prayers. Once her husband went out of town for 5 days to attend a seminar. In our house only her room has AC. As her husband was out of town only she would be at her room alone. So I told her that I wished to sleep in her room as I wanted AC. She agreed to it. As we were sleeping on the same bed I had every opportunity to touch her. But I. I looked at the letter and looked at him. “Ok Henry, we’ll take this farce through to the end.” I took the letter, folded it, put it in the envelope and sealed it. “Come on, you drive us to the post office.”I kept saying he was going to turn around on the way to the post office, but he didn’t. The trip back to the house was quiet. The letter was in the hands of the U.S. government. Henry finally broke the silence with, “I want to watch you get dressed and put your makeup on, me and you.