“Watch it buster! Mama and Dada do NOT kiss like Mama and Mama!” Josie said mirthfully.“Francesca kiss Jesse!” he giggled.“You wish, you lit...le turkey!” Josie said. “She’s not here. Maybe we’ll have her here for your birthday.”“Yes! Birf’day! Kiss!” he affirmed.“When did THIS start?” Kara asked with a laugh.“Just today. I kissed Jenny and wished her, well, you know, and he just went to town on kissing and Francesca and celebrations of a certain day.”“Birf’day!” Jesse said.“OK. I give up!” Josie. So I went back up to the main floor and noticed there was a set of steps to a large balcony area. I started up the steps and immediately this was where the action was. At the top of the stairs was an older guy with a big hard-on. As I tried to pass him he said something in Dutch. I said English please and he said I had to pay the toll which was to suck on his cock. I bent over and took his cock in my mouth and he grabbed my head and pushed it up and down on his cock. As I was getting face. “How hot would it be to kiss someone in amongst all that...?” Your question hung in the air, not really asked to or of anyone, but somewhere between being rhetorical and a statement. I didn’t reply, partly because it went without saying but mostly because my mouth was cotton-dry from you seemingly reading my mind in that moment. Tension now filled the empty room, yet we were still the only two bodies there, mere inches between us, still fixated on the rain lashing down outside. All I wanted to. That was the first time when I saw some buried expressions in her talks and eyes. A sense of loneliness and sadness. To which I gathered my courage and tried to hit the target.I learned that she was not so happy. But being a cultural woman could not extend the boundaries of life the way she wanted. Her eyes filled with tears but she somehow controlled and started to talk again. Myself by no means was able to soothe her, as I was no one for her. But somehow looking at the tears I got killed.