Yes David informed me earlier today. You and another company, the one from Texas are buying the package.” Max told her.Gwen sort of laughed. “So S...phie’s company is buying it too. Does that mean you’ll be going down there for the install?” she asked, and Max could hear something in her voice that made it feel like she wasn’t to keen on that.“Actual, I am sending my colleague, Jim down there. He helped write code for all of it, so he knows it as well as me.” Max said, and then Gwen started. That evening, long after Jean-Baptiste left, I lay on my bed, thinking about him. The brother is good-looking, smart and successful. He’s learning about Islam. Still, he’s bisexual. Could he love a woman like me? I called my friend Fatima and asked her for advice. I omitted the part about Jean-Baptiste’s bisexuality, since I know she’s a gossip maven. Honey you need to convert that man and give him some pussy, Fatima said, with her usual matter-of-fact seriousness. You’re shameless, I laughed.. It was quite clear to both Ronny and me she was a tease out to torment us. It was a spectacle to behold. It was relatively common in those days for females to go without bras; older girls were in the process of burning them but not girls this age. In all likelihood I would have guessed she only turned in her training bra a year or two prior. Infrequently her young tits would come into full view, smallish but perky coned shaped tits with pink puffy nipples pointing outwards were tempting us. Chotu freed his hand from my grip and cupped one of my breasts now and started squeezing it vigorously. I felt all my blouse buttons would fall open if he massages like this. Pande-ji's both hands were guiding his tool all over my naked round hips, only my ass crack being covered by my panty.My lips parted as I was eagerly wanting a kiss there, and my body had begun to move to the rhythm of Pande-ji's gyrations. I was pronouncing soft moans now and was dragging Chotu close towards my body in.