Your hands grasp your thigh, slowly massaging them. Moving your hands up the thighs gliding across your hips traveling through you water soaked skin. ...You stop when the fingers go up then over your growing nipples. The weight of your hands on your erect breast sends tingles through your body. Adding pressure creates reflex for thighs to spreads. One arm releases from your breasts and cupping your sweet pussy. Your fingers trace the separation between your swollen lips as you here a voice saying,. , in those days the internet was nothing like it is now, but we did find yahoo groups: I’m not sure they exist these days. Anyway we started chatting to a few people and, with a little persuasion from me, she started to get interested in watching other people on webcam, primitive as it was in those days, and eventually came round to actually meeting someone .The encounter I am about to tell you about happened towards the end of April 2004. We had been chatting on line (via the Yahoo groups) to. Donald Bray.’ We shook hands. ‘Bruno Canelli. What a coincidence. I’ve been working in Leicester for a few years now.’ ‘I’m a solicitor, mostly commercial law. Just down in London to keep an eye on one of my cases. I’m catching the 8.05 back to Leicester.’ ‘Great – so am I.’ An hour and a half later, after three more rounds of drinks, we were getting on the train for the two-hour journey to Leicester. I was feeling pleasantly relaxed and happy in his company, and he seemed to feel the same. . I wondered if Charlotte and Ethel were aware that my arms weregently touching theirs. Perhaps they did, since it seemed likefrom both sides they were moving in a wee bit tighter againstme. Nothing was being said between us, it was very subtle, andI have to admit that I felt no little excitement thinking thatmaybe they were flirting with me. Of course the age differencemade it bizarre, and then at one point, Charlotte crossed herlegs the other way and I felt the contact between us lessen. Itmust.