I looked into her eyes, and she was clearly very excited. She slowly slid her little hand off my breasts. I knew that she liked grabbing my tits, and ... knew that one day she would be mine to do with as I wished.“Now, you have earned a birthday kiss.” I suggested.She came into my arms, and I gently kissed her. Her lips were soft and full. She pressed them against my lips, and I slipped my tongue out and let it play against her lips. She did not open her lips, but enjoyed having my tongue do a. I couldn’t help put notice that he could hardly take his eyes of my large tits that were straining against my skimpy top.As he continued to stare at my tits naughty thoughts soon began to enter my head, these thoughts, along with the nice cooling breeze that was caressing my body soon had my large nipples rock hard and clearly visible poking through my top. This just gave the young man all the more reason to stare!Eventually we were all organized and opted to cycle out to a lake where we would. I saw a young lady maybe early 20’s who did not appear to be shopping but looking round very suspiciously she also did not look like the local Arab women, she had a large bag which looked like it had some of the stores clothes in. I radioed the owner and he told me he was busy and to take care of it, I saw her put an expensive top into her bag then head for the door without paying. I followed her to the door and catching the attention of the guard at the door caught her as she left the. It was Dylan.I observed him for a few minutes. He seemed more relaxed. The once unkempt black- died hair which obscured his attractive face was now tied neatly back in a pony tail at the nape of his neck. He wore a denim shirt and khaki pants, the standard uniform for the Marketplace. He was actually smiling and talking to a customer, apparently helping her locate an item on her list.He finally looked up and noticed me watching. I waved to him and smiled when he waved back. "Becca!" Dylan.