I was wrong. Well not wrong, exactly. Clueless is probably the better word for what I was back then. I didn’t recognize how she felt about me becaus...e I was too stupid to be able to interpret the signals.Like one day when we were working on that clock. We had the case all apart, and had been refinishing it piece by piece, getting it ready to be glued back together. She was working with the stain and a rag, and both her hands were all brown and oily with the stain. She had on a dress that day, an. " He shrugged.I knew the fact he didn't say no was an almost for sure 'yes' and I wrote my address and cell on a piece of paper and gave it to him. I said, "Text me either way."On Sunday, as expected, I got a text that he was going to come over. He arrived part way through the first quarter and was surprised that Trevor wasn't there.I said, "He can't get here till after church. He is a doting husband, a caring father and a true Christian."He chuckled. I offered him a beer and we watched the. I moved my hand under her skirt and put my hand on her panty and started rubbing her pussy from above the panty. Anamika’s pussy was so wet that her panty had also become fully wet. I could feel her sexy slippery juices and continued rubbing her pussy from above the panty.I tried to enter my hand inside her panty but she resisted by holding my hand. So, I moved my hands out and this time I placed both my hands from her back on her boobs.OMG! What sexy boobs she had. Anamika’s boobs were around. Two days before they were to arrive, I had my hair and nails done,bought a new dress with shoes to match, and the best lingerie we had inthe store. That morning I took a bubblebath, and got ready for my debut.First, the red satin, French cut panties, then the red and whitecorselet that made my waist a trim 22 inches and hiked up my boobs. Nudehose, and the dress, which was red satin, low cut with a soft red lacesheer covering, a flaring skirt that was well above my knees, and redand white.