I think it would be true to say that I was frustrated in more ways than one. I had no problem allowing the old boy the chance to peep up my dress but... I wanted to allow him something more imaginative. The answer was obvious. As he left after our morning coffee, I slipped a small plastic carrier bag into his hand containing several pairs of my very best knickers. His face lit up like a beacon on a hilltop in the dead of night when I whispered to him, "Hand wash only and return at coffee time in. She’s giving me evil looks now because she didn’t get a chance to tease you.”“Tell her that if she’s not careful, I’ll turn her over my knee!”Jennifer laughed, “She’d like that! How are things?”“I had a mini meltdown on Thursday and Friday. Elyse called Bethany to come and straighten me out.”“What happened?”I gave her a quick rundown of everything. She listened quietly until I finished.“Bethany’s analysis sounds right. Do you mind if I laugh about your performance issues?”“No, go ahead and. It was her. Now, she was in an orange sari and it was not covering her boobs properly. She asked very casually that did I had my breakfast / lunch. I said no. She came in my house and was enquiring why did not eat anything. I said that my mother had no time to prepare anything for me and I was not feeling very good to make myself something or to go to a hotel. She told me to come to her house and have my lunch. I said its okay I will manage. She gave me a rude look and said she will complain to. My cock was rock hard in my pants as I drove to her house. We had been dating a few weeks now. A chance encounter had led to a friendship, which had led to soft kisses, which had progressed to frenching, which had progressed to me getting to feel and eventually see her soft 34C breasts, which had progressed to her inviting me to her house for what I hoped would soon be an escalation of our sexual adventure.Amy was a cute, medium height, straight-haired blonde who was in some of my college.