I cupped one in my hand. Finally she acknowledged my touch."That's nice," she said, "I like that. And," she reached out with her hand for my now well ...tiffened cock, "you seem to be liking it too." Yes, the only question is how far your husband's hospitality extends," I said sliding closer to her."Kushtian traditions of hospitality are strong. The first Kalinin said 'for my guest; my property is his'. Those traditions are upheld to this day." And you are your husband's property?" Oh yes. Even. He went to the bathroom to relieve the pressure of his fullbladder and sat down to pee. Why did he sit down to pee, when his cockwas soft it was not long enough to reach past the palm of his hand as hewould hold it and the piss would flood his hand or run down his leg;therefore, sitting was the better choice. He cleaned the last drops ofpiss and washed his hands and went to the kitchen to place one of themany frozen pot pies in the microwave.He got a bottle of iced tea from the fridge and put. It must have lasted around 30 seconds or so. Once I stopped the smooch I removed my hand from her shoulder and said, “I wanted to make our first kiss to be perfect and memorable.”Jiang also wanted the same thing, and she played along with it. She said, “I believe it still needs some practice its not perfect yet.” I got confused and didn’t get any signal. So I asked her, “So this means I need to kiss you again to improve?”She said, “Yes dummy! Give me some sugar”We again started to smooch.. Bless her for that. I didn’t want to fuck this up. This trip was all about Kelly. The entire year had been one giant shit storm for her. First her company downsized, laying off about a dozen good friends. Then her creepy boss came onto her. To top it off, the dog she grew up with died on her birthday. Like I said. shit storm. “Ladies and gentleman, please turn off and stow all electronics. We’ll be taking off shortly.” Fifteen minutes later we were hurtling down the runway to Hawaii, my hands.