The touch of her hand on my knee is a welcome surprise. It is frustratingly tender, given that I am in dire need of much more than feathery teasing. I... slip two fingers under her suit and slide the tips over her nipple, both to give her a hint and to just touch her there, because I've been wanting to do that for almost an hour.She sucks in a breath and digs her fingers into my thigh. Finally. Now just a little higher... “Touch me, darling. Give me more.” To make my point, I sneak my thumb under. I felt close to her, enjoyed her company. And could see the curve of her breast under her shirt. When we got to a small park that was a block away from her flat, she suggested we sit down on a bench. As I agreed I had that peculiar hyper-awareness you get when you talk as normal, but know something has changed. Even for us this was intimate in a new way. I joked that if I had played my cards right I could now be with one of the women at the club.She said that was unsurprising, since I was. ” “Lick this one then.” she said pointing to herself. She sat back down on the bed with her legs wide open, rubbing her cunt with her hand as I walked over to her. I knelt before her and moved her hand out of the way. I leant in and smelt her. “Mm, nice and musty, you smell good, like you want a good fuck." “You’re right, I do. You'd better not let me down." As she was talking I flicked her clit with my tongue, then plunged it into her musky wetness. “Oh god, that is good.” she said. I. " There's no reason to be embarrassed." I know. She and my dad were old school, conservative and proper. At least I always thought so. But she told me tonight about having the baby before they were married and how she decided to give it up for adoption. So my dream was real. She told me she had asked your advice about telling me." How did she break it to you?" After you guys went outside, she asked if we could sit and talk. We went to the library and she started crying as soon as we sat down..