Her hands slipped to her sides as she helped me finish removing the nylon barrier that was covering her sweet spot. When we finished removing her pan...ties, I took them and dropped them at the side of the bed, along side my underwear. I sat there for a few seconds, in the kneeling position, just looking at and admiring what looked like the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen in my life. During my being stationed for two years in France I had learned a whole lot about how to fuck a woman and. I was terrible with sweety but honestly, I didn’t think of her in a sexual way.We did a bit of dancing and just had fun, nothing rude, just relaxed fun. As the night grew late, my mom told me to take my uncle family with me to our house for that night.This was where it really started when my uncle and aunt told that they will stay in marriage hall since they have met their relations after so long and uncle told me to take sweety to the house so that se can take some rest.My mom told me to take. He was leaning against the door frame and sipped a cup of coffee. In his other hand he held another cup, steam swirled upward and it smelled heavenly. ?I thought you might be waking up about now, thought you could use this.? He said as he crossed the room and handed me the cup. Seeing the cup made me smile. It was our own little private ritual, he had his mug that read ?Old Fart? on the side and mine, read ?His? just a simple but yet subtle reminder that I belonged to him and him only. I. When and where would suit you?" How about the Forge Dam café at about ten-thirty tomorrow?" Sounds fine to me; I'll see you then. And, thank you." You're very welcome." I could hear the smile in her voice.It was April; the trees were still that fresh light green. The day was bright and it was pleasantly cool; ideal for a brisk three-to-four mile walk up through the park to Forge Dam. I must have been even more excited than I knew, because I was there by ten-fifteen. I took the opportunity to.