I want to tell her what i thought about her what i felt about her. She was also agreed on that. We decided to first meet for a movie. I bought tickets...(not the corner one) and waiting for her outside the theater. It was about 4 pm and there she came in her blue jeans and white shirt. She was looking like an angel to me and i was looking at her dumb struck. At that time i prayed to god that this time stops here and i would passed my life looking at her like this. Her open hair, grilling down to. Now I must tell you something that I didn’t plan, but I’m surely not regretting. While holding her up, the most natural way was for my left hand to be in the breast area, and the right hand was holding her crotch in place. She never said a word about where I was touching her, she just kept asking,“Is this okay Jerry”, and I would reply,“I think it’s perfect Brenda. Do you want to stop?”“No, no, please don’t stop? I like the way you teach.” Shit! Was she sending me some kind of message? Could a. Sort of like the castrati back a couple hundred years ago, except without the surgery." From the 17th to the early 19th centuries women were barred from public performances in many places, so they created sopranos by the rather cruel method of gelding young boys whose voices showed promise. The few who made it—most didn't and spent their lives as pointless eunuchs—were publicly acclaimed. The practice was banned in the mid-1800s. I thought it was a pretty poor analogy, and I said so."Oh, I. I watched her gently drying between her legs before she pulled on her white panties. She then attended to her big tits carefully drying them before hiding them inside her vast white bra. She continued to dress and left oblivious of the fact she had been secretly observed for my sexual gratification.Next a plump woman in her early 50s entered wearing grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt top, I could see the curvaceous outline of her body, my carnal desires were about to be fulfilled. First.