They each held the nearest of my legs and pulled it over their own so suddenly I was sitting there with my legs wide open and exposing my panties. Two...hands worked their way up my legs and they were teasing me through my panties with their fingers. I was getting wet and could see where this was going very quickly. Next, they lifted my jumper and exposed my breasts in my bra. Another little tug and my bra was over my breasts and each nipple was fondled by deft expert fingers. They both twisted. I started to fidget a little. “Are you OK?” “Yeah, I just um... well, I don’t know where to put my hands.” She giggled and said, “It’s OK, Brad. You know, I really like you. I don’t bite. You’re such a gentleman.” She turned her head up and kissed me on the cheek. She then pulled my hands around her and pushed her ass right up against me. She had to have felt my hard on, but didn’t say anything or react. “Mmmmm, that’s much better.” In the morning, I woke up with Brenda still in my arms. It was. She had a pair of tiny loose tits when we dated and it is amazing to see how they have grown in size and density within a couple of years after we got married. Both of us preferred to wait for three years to have a baby for more reasons including our careers and of course, our sexual aptitude. The only problem I faced was about her exaggerated screaming while we fucked especially when she approached her climax. She used to shout ‘Bo ka Shodha’ frequently which I never understood long as I did. But for some of the older girls, I was something else. In the beginning their attention had been almost flattering, but after a month I was ready to climb the walls. If there had been some professionals available, I would have been more than willing to use my lempiras on them. Or my last few dollars, if they had preferred. But the nearby village was so small that it barely could provide enough food for the school, and the only place you could call a shop served all the other purposes as well.I.