Eight guys from our small town went to the capital to see our national soccer team play to a 1 - 1 draw against Northern Ireland in a qualification ma...ch for the European Championship tournament held the next year in Austria and Switzerland. Because the result wasn't as good as we expected, we went to a bar for some drinks to calm down our disappointment. It was there I met Madeleine by a coincident.Madeleine was a very handsome woman in her mid-thirties. Classy dressed and with a bright smile,. .She said, Well bcoz women are already soft n smooth and like the opposite.. Isn’t it. ..I could not stop from replying back... Well thats true, you seem to be soft n smooth indeed..and sexy as well and I winked.. She was taken aback, as she didn’t expect this reply. But she gained her composure quickly and asked, How do you know how soft and smooth i am.. I took it as an invitation, I said Well, I know by my previous experiences and I am sure you are really really soft and smooth and came near. We sat there talkin' about nothin' much, but enjoyin' the cool of the room an' bein' out of the direct sun. It might be late fall, but it was still right hot in the middle of the afternoon on most days. Anyway, we was relaxin' from a long borin' day when nothin' was happenin'. That changed right quick when a pair of galoots walked inta the saloon.One of them was so big that ya just naturally wanted ta call him "Goliath", but it would be wise ta ask his opinion afore ya did it ta his face. The. Could he see my freshly shaved pussy? Or the first glistenings of my dewed excitement?His hands wrapped around my leg, encircling me. He worked his way down, patiently, thoroughly, his thumbs rubbing my leg all the way down to my ankle, then back up to my thigh, up and up until he could go no further, until his hand was against my delicate, tender inguen. My body trembled. And there, he lingered, his fingers playing against my thigh like it was a piano, his knuckles brushing so closely to my.