Bambi asked about the dress code and I told her it was business casual. She asked me if I would like to go to lunch with her since she wasn’t crazy...about what she brought but didn’t know much about the restaurants nearby. I agreed to go with her and told her there was a good sandwich shop within walking distance. As we walked down the sidewalk we chatted about our home life, where we grew up, etc. I noticed that she kept walking very close to me, even touching my hand with hers at times. . Her skirt was now bunched up high enough that I could very easily see her white panties. She propped one leg up on the table, her elbow on top of her knee, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. I could easily tell she was turned on, because her panties were soaked. I could very easily make out the outline of her pussy. “Korean women . . .” I replied, choosing my words carefully, “…are very family oriented, very strong and very determined.” Ann smiled, “…and sexy, no?” “Yes,” I replied,. Beth became aware of George kneeling behind her. His hand ran up her legs and under her tight fitting wool skirt. Without hesitation his hands went up her thighs, over her stocking tops pushing her skirt up to expose her bum. He pulled at her knickers. Still kissing and sucking Maria, Beth lifted each knee in turn to let George pull her knickers down to her ankles and off her feet. She expectantly spread her knees and was rewarded with the feel of his hand passing between her parted legs to rub. One more note, English is not my first language and this is my firststory, so if you find some syntax or conjugation mistakes, you can pointthem out but please be kind with your comments.Chapter 1. Becoming one of the girls.My name is Cesar, but people in my inner circle call me Summer. The nameSummer came up a few years ago. I was about 11 years old when the monsoonrains of summer flooded the part of the city where I lived with myparents. It wasn't life threatening, but the water raised.