To avoid the rough contact, I had to get up on the sofa and tilt my head back to get my nose out of the way and curl my lips back as if snarling into ...er depths. It had a salutary effect; my tongue passed her outer lips and found her inner being. She was hot and very wet from her own secretions and my saliva. I kept lapping at her, tasting her and knowing that she was climbing a crescendo of lust and wantonness. Her hips were raising, knees spread wide, and she was granting me full permission. “I got a couple of my work colleagues to help on last years event, and now this year my boss’s company is one of the sponsors of the event.”“I’ve never truly understood the point of a hospice,” said another. “I mean, isn’t it just a hospital?”“Jack, you’re a dick,” said Rudy. “The whole point of a hospice is it’s for people who have a terminal illness and nothing the hospital can do will cure them.”“The point,” said Sarah firmly, “is that it’s for people in the final stages. People who are now. We were dancing quietly and all of a sudden, I kissed Pooja on her lips! I told her how much I love her. She kissed me back. This time the kiss was mutual and we swapped our saliva.We were kissing passionately but Pooja broke the kiss and said that she wanted more. We drove back to the hostel and we sneaked into the girls hostel. The hostel had separate rooms for everyone.We both went to the bathroom in her room. I started removing my clothes and Pooja leaned in and kissed me again, this time. Her name was Antonette and she was a few years older than me. I looked older than my friends because I was balding at the age of s*******n already as I did not use my male hormones to grow hair! That night Antonette came to the fire and sat alongside me. We chatted about everything and immediately, we clicked. There was a tangible sexual tension between us. We looked at each other and I saw the lust in her eyes, she could see the lust in my pants. I suggested that I show her our speedboat. We.