After spending time for good talk reached back home.As soon as I entered his home, he closed the door and hugged me tightly. Started kissing my ears, ...yes, forehead, then cheeks and a lip lock for about 10 mins. Sat on the sofa. He removed my top and started to squeeze my big melons. Biting it over my red bra and squeezing the other one like a mad man. Squeezed both my melons and kissing my lips and tongue.He removed my bra with a hug, oh now my melons are free and were waiting to be cared. He. I was secretly pleased to hear that Omar was single. Don’t ask me why. I’m a dual citizen of the U.S. and Canada now, Omar said proudly, showing me his citizenship card. Nice mug shot, I said with a wink. Omar laughed and pulled me close, rapping his knuckles against my forehead. Still got a big Somali forehead, he laughed. Laughing, I tried to push away from him but he held me kind of tight. He wasn’t the scrawny dude I remembered from our school days that’s for sure. The new and improved Omar. Ron and Cal arrived within minutes of each other. They pulled their cars up to the airplane and unloaded the gear they needed for the fishing trip. They set everything next to the plane and then pulled their cars to the parking area. After locking the cars they got a coffee from the coffee machine and walked back to the plane. Cal started checking the gear while Ron started pre-flighting the plane. Cal pulled everything apart making sure that nothing had been forgotten. Cal and Ron were going. Rick chuckled and waved good-bye to me. When the song finished he brought me a drink to cool down and told me to have fun tonight. We mingled separately most the night. This was the first night I ever felt lonely while in the same room with the object of my affection. A few times my eyes found him flirting with a tall, slender, red head in leatherish pants and a blue halter top. A tinge of jealousy hit me in the pit of my stomach when I saw him familiarly graze the small of her back. I decided.