My invention was powerful and I had to show that; show how good it could be. Show her how it sated every thirst and urge the women had. Maisie had to ...nderstand.The nearest girl to me clenched her fists and her body shook; her friend panted and grabbed hold of her, leaning towards the muddy footballer. All over the pitch, hands grasped crotches and eyes sparkled; friendly congratulations turned to anxious stumbling and glances. Instantly, there was a sexual tension in the air.Maisie knew. She. "You guys don't worry about us. Just do your thing. We'll make believe we don't hear Aunt Cindy down the hall every day."It would be different having other people around all the time. We were used to "doing our thing" whenever and wherever we wanted. I wondered about the girls. We have one guest room, but they said they didn't mind sharing. "If you don't mind a little noise from us sometimes." Yeah Chrissy was very straightforward. So it was settled. The girls brought some clothes to hang out. Raju….mera nightie utthar de..” I removed her nightie from her body and threw it by the bed. She was now just in her panties and her panties were very wet at the crotch. I put my hands inside her panties and rubbed her. “Ahhhhhhh…….maja aa gaya. Woh bhi uttar de. Poori nangi kar de mere ko.” I helped her to remove her panties. For the first time I saw the pussy of a women. It was covered with a lot of hair, it looked as if she had never shaved her pussy all her life. She laid down on the bed. For about four to five years I didn’t really communicate with my friend, but in 1981 my youngest son mentioned an interest in spending time with the son of my friend. My wife, who now knew all about my affair, thought it would be okay to meet on neutral grounds to pick up their son and bring him back to Iowa for a visit. So, we met at a Six-Flags north of Chicago. We had a great time and it was almost like old times, but the strain of the past was still there. My feelings were running rampant,.