." I started to say."Dan," he interrupted. "It's my place. I can do what I want. There's no one else here."I couldn't hold back any more, he'd gotten ...e so aroused I had to do something. We were only about an arm's-length distance apart, and I lifted my hand and touched his chest. His skin was smooth and soft, with rock-hard muscle underneath. I gently worked my fingers through the fine hairs, thrilling at the tiny shivers that passed through his body from my touch.Jake was watching my hand. But was I upset? Not a bit of it! Sex with Pete was amazing and I didhave a pang of regret that, thanks to my chromosomes, this was not thestart of a wonderful and loving relationship. But the thing was that mymind was already in a world a long way away from his. His world almostcertainly involved him finally finding a sweet wife to settle down withwhile I was already dreaming of getting a real pair of tits to replacethe fake ones, losing my balls which thanks to their endless ability. “You may make some noise, little one – you just may not talk. I enjoy your appreciation of my touch.” The grunt became a low moan, rising in intensity as I pinched and rolled her firm nipple.I stopped my ministrations and continued around her, then slid my hands up under her top, pushing the material above her breasts and baring a very functional sports bra – which quickly followed the top up, baring her delightful little mounds to my touch. They filled my palms nicely, the nipples prodding me. Even though her nipple was visible, I could tell she was not wearing any bra from the distance. It was the first time I felt a special attraction to a married woman.They both were sitting in the back and were laughing about something. I stopped by a small restaurant for dinner. By that time, the atmosphere started to become cold and Smitha’s nipples started getting visible from outside. She was trying to hide it though.After having dinner, we continued with our trip. And we reached my guest.