The night we sat together at your parents supper table and I felt the groove of your pussy through your panties up under your skirt. I was so happy when your legs opened to help me. I was terrified but fueled by passion. Or the night at the theater when you let me finger fuck you for the first time. And we knew that woman was watching us and we stopped until we realized she was smiling. Or the day those ladies from town came to the farm and as you all sat in the living room, just you could see me in the kitchen opening my jeans as I stroked my cock for you. I remember how wet you said you got watching. Or that night in that Saskatoon restaurant when you came back from the washroom and you had taken off your panties and let me look at your cunt the rest of the meal.