This went on for about thirty seconds when Mario said, "Let the man see your tits baby."She looked up at the ceiling of the cab, moved her hands away ...and let her hands fall to her thighs. The bra fell between her legs. Her tits was just magnificent. I leaned toward her and whispered, "Your tits are fucking beautiful Bernadette. Would it be all right if I touched them?" She said nothing but gave an almost imperceptible nod. I moved to her, my knees between her feet. I moved the palms of my. I can barely believe he is saying these things to me. His words are so smooth, so real, I can see it, and feel it, and it definitely feels good. “I can see the beautiful bud of your lips. They look so warm and inviting. Just begging to be fingered and kissed. You're freshly clean shaven, of course.” “Of course I am.” My words barely a whisper and I hear his intake of breath at the sound of my voice. I've been so very quiet before now. “Are you touching yourself right now, baby?” His voice is. "Well what do youthink?" I asked."Wow you look great," he said looking up.Extending my hand I beckoned him to follow me. In the bedroom I stoodbehind him and slipped my hands into his robe, cupping and squeezing hisbreasts, weighing them lightly and thumbing his nipples. I heard hissharp intake of breath.Whispering in his ear, I asked, "Would you like to slip into some sexypanties for your girl?" Panties?" he stuttered shivering."Soft, sexy, girl's panties. Panties that I can slide aside to. Tilak said that he doesn’t know how to make one, so I had to make it.As he noticed that I was done with the tea, he helped me get the food to the living room where the TV was. We sat watching TV while having the sandwich and having small conversations. Tilak was very touchy, trying to rest his hand on my thigh, trying to touch my arm, and sometimes keeping his arm on my shoulder. I was not exactly inviting him to do anything but was not reacting as well.After a while, Tilak said that he was not.