"There was a pause. An uncomfortable one. Had I gone too far?"Would you like a tea? Or coffee?" I said, breaking the silence."I'd kill for a coffe. Bl...ack. Thanks," she replied, following me into the kitchen."So why you so tense?" You know what it's like. Sat at a computer one minute, driving round, lifting heavy stuff. It never stops..."She tried to rub her own shoulder and winced."Here, let me," I said, standing behind her.I started to massage her shoulders, gently at first, then a little bit. There, in the darkness, I put my hand between her legs and felt her pussy. I could hear her soft moans but it was hard to make out the expression on her face. She was humping her mound against my hand and I could feel the heat emanating from her core. I wanted to ask what was going on but I didn’t want to spoil the mood. I wanted whatever was going to happen to happen. “I think the Sangria is done, let’s go back outside and try to catch a breeze.” I grabbed the pitcher and tried to. ” Suki shouted, “I want you to let me play with your boobs and pussy some more. At least once every other day, minus the weekends, until the day after the musical. And maybe you could even play with my boobs and pussy too.”I immediately regretted promising already. But I just nodded. Suki took my hand and dragged me into the bathroom. She sat me down on the toilet.When I saw her bringing out scissors, shaving cream, and a razor I asked, “What in the heck are you planning to do with those?”“I. The men in the toilet looked at us in some surprise and I heard one comment about ‘fucking faggots’ as the door closed behind us.***We left the pub and he took me home to his place a half hour or so away. On the way he introduced himself as Malcolm, he was 56, a businessman with his own manufacturing company, an ex-wife, four k**s and no current outlet for his sexual needs. His property, car, house, clothes all spoke of comfortable wealth and he seemed self assured and easy with his choices. In.