I was going to walk up to his door, knock and ask if I could come in. In my mind I had imagined that he would know immediately why I was there, and be...so full of desire for me that he would invite me in and the rest would take care of itself.Walking through the village my adrenaline fuelled butterflies were so powerful they made my breathing shallow and my legs weak.After the short walk of a few minutes I was there.I stood across the road and took as deep a breath as I could manage, stepped off. He stopped for a moment to see if she would object. When she didn’t, he reached up and cupped her bra, caressing and squeezing. Growing bolder, he tried to slide his fingers under her sports bra, but due to its construction, was not very successful. He found however, that he could slide his fingers down through the top of her bra until he reached her nipple with two fingers. That was enough stimulation to cause her nipple to get hard and longer.Mark wanted even more, and since she was not. He didn't pick up the phone so I left a message. "Charles. Doug here. Thanks for the tip on the book. You were right." I laughed "I'm calling because I recalled you saying that you live on a farm and I was wondering if you had any veggies to sell. I have a catering job on Friday and there were slim pickings at the Green Grocers. Thanks!" I left my number and was walking away from my desk when the phone rang. "Sorry I missed Ya!" He almost yelled into the phone. "I was out back in the,uh,garden. Again you can just imagine the view he was getting. And was so wet at that point.I let them talk a little then I said, “Marla, we’ve got to run.” Brian stood up. This position left his bulge, I must add pretty big at this point, right in line with Marla’s face. I realized Marla’s view of Brian’s crotch and saw the hungry look on her face as I looked through the open moonroof. I asked him a few questions. As we talked for a minute or two her eyes just stared at Brian’s crotch. She was getting.