I kept on asking her when I could touch her boobs. One night, she decided to let me touch for the sake of my curiosity. She told me that she thought o... it for a long time. She thought it wouldn't hurt her principles in life that the man she marries will be the man to touch her. All I did was grope her boobs just a few strokes. It was so soft and firm. I could sense her uneasiness and her face looked drunk. I asked her what was wrong. She told that it felt good. I would want to do it again but I. Some more rub just to arouse her more then it’s time to go down again…. This time when my hand slipped down, I pushed her trousers and panties down to her ankles so that she was free to spread her legs anytime she wanted…And here we go… she slowly lift her knees and spreads her thighs out and my palm strokes her soft pussy, her groins and her whole pelvis area. (I love touch her clit with my palm only at first: then I increase the pressure and make very small and slow circles. Her pelvic. Eric held up his ring finger and said, “Yes, I am happily married to a wonderful woman. We have an awesome relationship but it is an open relationship. In fact, I expect she is doing exactly what you are doing in some other bar in town. We have boundaries but they are fairly wide and work for both of us.”“Well, lucky me,” I said as I held up my drink for a toast. “To an interesting and fun night for all three of us.”Brad then tried to continue the conversation by asking me boring questions. " ... is he?" a deep, rough, masculine voice inquired near my head."Stable, for now," a soft and very weary feminine voice replied from farther away. "We've given him three pints of blood, set the left arm, re-stitched the left arm, set the right leg, stitched the head, and got the internal bleeding stopped. He is going to have some neurological symptoms at the very least; possibly amnesia of some duration and blurry vision for a short time. He is a big, strong, healthy man; otherwise you would.