We had lifted the flooring and separated the boards, so they had 1cm gaps between the 15cm wide boards. This meant their pee drained through the gaps ...keeping the floor drier. I could still shovel out the shit and old straw, and then hose the excess off and into the new drains.We modified the pump so I could use the longer flexible rubber tubing I found in Garson as a hose to wash the flooring and the underfloor. It was going to make it a lot easier to keep my pens clean. The fact I would have. I told her we can kiss in the washroom.I requested her and after so much of requesting she agreed.First I went into the washroom and later she came inside.I locked the door and we started kissing passionately…slowly I started squeezing her boobs and her ass from over her saree….she got aroused and was making wispering haaaa sounds.Suddenly She broke the kiss and said this is wrong…I shouldn’t be doing this.I said nothings wrong.You are satisfying and pleasuring yourself which your husband is. When he lifted my skirt I knew what was going to happen but I was kind of like ‘so what’. I was interested about what a boner looked like so I checked him out when he undid his pants and pulled it out, it was the first one I’d ever seen. He pushed my legs apart with his knees then moved close and put his prick on my pussy. I thought I should protest but I really didn’t care what he was doing, my mind wasn’t involved with my body just then. He pushed against me two times before I felt him go. Me: We really don’t.She now sat at the edge of the bed with her feet on the ground. I was standing next to her. Wow! I could see her upper boobs and cleavage from where I am standing.Abigail: I know that as best friends I should be there for you at all times.Me: We’re not best friends!Abigail: But I’m not really in the mood to talk right now.What is happening?!Me: Listen, I can be your friend if you act nice. But best friends. That’s kind of too much.Abigail: I always act nice with my friends!.