I messaged her and waited for her reply. Would she acknowledge her desires or was she going to ignore the voices in her head telling her she needs thi...s.Luckily she replied, nervous, excited and intrigued but unsure. The problem with so many women, the conflict in their minds going on. Should they behave as society expects of them now or should she listen to her body and accept what she knows is right.She read the stories of my experiences with other subs, knowing that she needed these. I apologized, but she was apparently pretty ok with it... and started french kissing me again.I went back, of course, that was too good to be true... Second time was starting about the same, rubbing her pussy on my hard cock, I started to rub the head of my cock lower to see her reaction, she was actually getting all wet about it... She told me she really liked last time, and that I was great. It didn't feel like a fake compliment either, but again, I have no clue in the end!She quickly went on. We walked and talked, but we could not make complete thoughts, as we were only thinking about our hands touching and the electricity that was running through them. I leaned in for a kiss and she stopped me. All I could think was she didn’t want to kiss and I paniced that I would never be able to kiss those amazing lips. She whispered, ‘There is someone behind us watching.’ I was dizzy with anticipation and longing. We walked to the end of the bridge and waited for the man to pass. He did not. Amake dekhabe?– nischoi….darao chalachi– bollo tumi abar uttejito hoye dushtumi suru korbe na to?Bollam na naBole basantier favourite nolbon ta chalam….english chalale ektu kara dose hoye jabe vebeChaliye ekta towel pore ese dekhi boudi bf er modhe ekebare dube gecheAmi ekebare boudir ga gheshe boslamBoudi kichu bollo na ektu por dekhi boudi r nisshas ghano hoye ascheAmi amar mukhta boudir gharer kache niye giye amar garom nisshas felte laglamTarpor ekta hat rakhlam boudir thigh e boudi o ektu.