It's just so perfect. Would you make onefor me? I'll pay you for it," she said sincerely. "Mrs. Raspberry it would be my pleasure," I told her feeling... very proudof myself at the moment. Darla ran over and hugged me tight, not caringthat her mother and friends were looking on. "OK now girls, settle down," her mother commanded. "Sweetheart, this isfrom your father and me," she said proudly handing Darla her last gift ofthe evening. Darla accepted the small package gratefully and slowly beganto. Each one sending a shot of pleasure straight through my gut and into my chest. I saw her reach behind herself and start to finger her wet hole. Again a looked up to see our watcher standing with one foot up on a chair, her panties now gone and her fingers deep inside her. She stared at me and then her eyes flicked over to the vision of Becky fingering herself frantically. She picked up something off the table and held it up. It was a mobile phone. She took her fingers out of herself and pointed. I left the cowshed and treaded stealthily but slowly towards my home, cautious of course, since I did not want to make a mess of my life getting caught in this kind of an illicit act. But one thing for sure, I had enjoyed those moments with Bhagwan and he was a ‘pleasure’ but I also started sensing that he was trying to get very attached to me – My life at that time really was a ‘fluttering’ kind not allowing much avenues to think of a ‘male’ as a permanent companion or even a ‘chaste’. He came and sat down next to me and was close, our legs touching. He was happy to touch me and lightly kiss me so everybody could see in the gym. My towel kept sliding and almost opening as did his and he would put his hand on my crotch and the towel. We chatted to each other like any couple. My towel fell open and he left it, I was about to close it but he shook his head. He stood up and let his towel fall to the ground, which he ignored walking around the kitchen naked close and the shutters.