I didn’t say anything or think of anything until the hand kept stroking my leg and the hand was working its way up my thigh under my boxers toward m...y cock. Once I realized it was Steven and not my wife, I was unsure what to say or do...I was thinking of my next step and then I felt another hand touching my other leg. I had both my wife and friend rubbing my leg, moving closer to my cock. A few minutes go by and we are talking like nothing was going on, the hands keep climbing up my boxers until. Ennai sofavil amathi en arugil nerkamaaga amarnthu kondu mobile kaiyil koduthu eppadi ithai naan use seivathu endru ketal?Naan avaluku soli thara aarambikum pozhuthu aval mulaiyaal ennai idika aarambithaal. Idathu mulai muzhuvathum perithaaga en kaiyil patu azhunthiyathu. Haaaaaaaaaaaaa en sunni muzhuvathum viraithe vitathu, jatiyil sunni maati kondu irunthathu. Velaikaari kaiyai en thol meethu potal inoru kaiyai en thudai meethu vaithaal.Enaku sema moodu eari vitathu, naan amaithiyaaga mobile. Now I’ll tell you sommut. Them was Victorian times – just, but girls were the same then as they are now. I was wearing my prettiest bloomers with a bit of lace on, and every girl on the monkey walk was doing the same – them as were wearing bloomers at all. We were all waiting for the right man to come along and tek’ ’em off us. ‘Any road oop, watching you these Saturdays peering my window makes me think that you are another girl who needs a firm hand – is that right Ducks?’ ‘Yes Ada, I think. " I did as I wastold. Sue got up off of me and turned her back to me as she wiped thedirt from her skirts, re-adjusted her hair, and straightened her hairband. She took a compact out of the small purse that had miraculouslyremained at her side and carefully fixed her makeup. She then walkedback over to where I lay upon the ground and looked down at me."What a sight you are Melissa! Your hair is a mess, your skirts andpetticoats are all over the place and, horrors, your bloomers are.