I am very much tensed and nervous as I don’t know how to proceed further. Looking at me she asked me again and again why I am so nervous, initially ...I said nothing but on her continuous request I said that I am very much fond of her and I admired her beauty.She was stunned on hearing my words and said that it is not correct to think of a married woman like that. I gathered courage and requested repeatedly to give me at least one kiss, initially she rejected but on my continuous request she. "Do you trust me?" "No" I wasn't stupid enough to keep saying yes and miss getting my own turn.I chose Rachel and put a hand on her knee. "Do you trust me?" "I guess." I lifted my hand and cupped her breast. "Do you trust me?" "Okay" I gave her breast a little squeeze and moved over to the other one. "Do you trust me?" "Yes" I gave it another squeeze and then opened two buttons on her blouse and put my hand inside on her bra. "Do you trust me?" She paused for about fifteen seconds before saying. It took about ten minutes to make the drive to the Bel Air market from her house. The parking lot was almost empty because most of the people were already where they wanted to be on a Friday night. She locked the car and walked quickly from the dark parking lot into the bright store. The automatic doors whooshed open with a stiff draft of stale air, blowing her hair back from her face as she entered the store. Going past the line of shopping carts and soda cases she turned. ..thongs, bikinis, lacey boy-cuts, and sexy French tap panties. Someeven had matching garter belts. They were asking my opinion like I knewwhat I would want! Amazingly, my opinions seemed to impress them! Theywouldn't even let me look at the cotton sets! Only silky and satiny setswith oodles of lace insets and trim."I hate it when my girlfriends wear cotton!" Beth whispered. "It's sooogross! I love my girlfriends in silk and satin and lace!" What about your boys?" I asked. "What do you like.