She had no panties on, NOTHING beneath the silky-feeling thin fabric dress. I feel her pussy thru the fabric. I felt her tits...same. No bra.Perky ...ittle tits, prominent nipples.I rubbed and lifted both her tits thru her dress, all the time admiring her dress, her tits, her nipples. Im telling her how nice her tits and nipples are. By now, John had returned and was standing at the other wall, watching us. (that's his thing)I felt her pussy and tits thru her dress and she pushed hard back. "I see some things I could be tempted to explore more-much more." I teased. She sat up partway, bracing herself with her hands, still leaning back, but looking into my eyes. "And, I bet you'd like some pleasure now, maybe both of us, spend the night, the next few days, returning and increasing favors?" she smiled. "Now, that sounds like a fantastic plan!" I tried to sit up, turn the tables, but she slid forward, pinning me with her light weight but better leverage-also sliding her pussy. ."Before she could finish her sentence Patrick had summoned the waiter and had ordered a glass of the same wine for himself. "Looks like I'll be joining you for that last glass then" Patrick smiled. While she hated everything about Patrick, in this moment of loneliness, when she felt utterly abandoned yet again by Chris, she was begrudgingly happy to have company, even if it did come in the form of Patrick, fucking Morrison. As Sarah reluctantly made conversation, she began to relax, enjoying. Now I had to tell her that I am a married man. Finally, I told her that. She was totally upset. She stopped studying and was thoroughly disturbed. I apologized her and supported her during this emotional time. Finally, she said, ok let it me. Let’s continue as friends. That gave me a big relief. Finally, she decided to come and meet me in Chandigarh.Then I received her. We could recognize each other through identification by the phone call.We both were very happy to meet each other. I took her.