But I didn't. I reached for my breasts, holding them.Squeezing them. I watched as my hand lifted them, bounced them. Icraned my neck down, eagerly,... just catching my nipple with my. God.Reflexively, my hand went down to my crotch. I cupped this pussy. Mypussy. My vagina. The edge of my hand came up between my labia, slowly, exquisitely. Itreached up near my clittie and I felt a wave of intoxicating warmth,pressure, sensation. My hands worked together and spread my outer lipsto show me. "There, now I can really relax that muscle and make up for causing you so much pain." and Mark starts working more and more agressivly on Don's back. Don wants to argue or fight back, it just dosnt seem right. No man has ever touched him like this, but Mark is acting so matter of fact that Don really dosnt feel as if he has a choice. Don starts to say "wait, I don't think we really should be doing this" and gets as far as "wait, I don't.." and Mark has reached with both hands and grasped Dons. A part of her had awaken, that she suppressed long ago, the part that needed love, care, attention, respect, cause her husband Mohit stopped providing them a long time ago, or had he ever given her any, at the first place itself, she wondered.But nonetheless, she was now burning from inside. Her husband, often used to be out of station, fixing business deals, & whenever he returned home, he drank with his friends. He had too less time for his family, leave aside attending to her emotional or. She asked me to meet her on the coming weekend which excited me as i was a virgin to cock. We arranged to meet in a bar that was a stone's throw away from my flat, As i entered the bar it was pretty dark and i waited for my eyes to ajust to the dim lighting, then i noticed her sat at the bar wearing a skin tight, dark red dress that was knee high, she looked amazing. I walked over to her and straight away i was struck by a beautiful smile as she turned to greet me. we had afew drinks then.