He toldme how soft I was. His hand reached my panties. His fingers began to work theirway around the elastic and when his tried move underneath them... I told him, "No."He nodded ok, he was content with feeling my thighs and ass. It made me feel safe toknow that he wouldn't do anything I didn't want. As I dry humped him slowly I could feel this size of his cock grow as I sat on it."Do you like that Uncle?" I whispered to him in between kisses on his neck."Yeah..." He whispered out barely able to. ” Ambrose had said, “Well enjoy it all. I hope you’ll dress to match the ambiance.” He paused again and laughed. “I’m going out for a drink with Ao later. She’s suddenly turned up in town. So we’ll chat tomorrow shall we?” Ao was Ambrose’s Vietnamese banker friend, a diminutive but Em suspected tiger-like woman with whom, according to Ambrose, he was now not engaged in any sexual way. Em had her doubts on this score. She knew though that while Ambrose played from time to time he never had. We became so anxious to meet each other that we decided to take one day leave from our jobs.As usual I left from my home; she also did the same as decided. We met in the bus; of course we were trying our best to not let anybody in the bus know that we are now close, as it may harm our reputation. For that reason, we had decided to reach to the same garden individually and meet there. We met there and moved to the same portion of the garden. This time we got even more secluded space to seat. It. We settled in like always, seat back, jeans and boxers sliding down to the knees. That day was so hot! I remember sweating partly due to the heat, partly to nerves. It was going to be me this time. Hell, Mike wasn’t even hard when I said it, “do you want to suck it”? “Um, we can’t, I’m not hard yet”. “Oh that’s not a problem” I said, “I can take care of that”. I caught myself…I can’t believe I said that! Did I say to much…was it too “gay”? Did it scare him? Mike leaned back, sliding.