Cassie came back smiling so innocently!“No I didn’t!” she laughed. “Rachel recognised me and asked about you. She’s coming over.”I looked ...p and there she was, beautiful beyond belief. Her boyfriend had stayed in his seat. He looked disgruntled. I could understand that: I felt the same way.“Hello, Rod,” she said tentatively.“Hello Rachel,” I said as coldly as I could manage and without a smile. “I believe you’ve met my sister Cassie.”She looked non-plussed, even upset. “Cassie’s your sister? I. First meeting: After the revelation, we decided to meet and a lot was running on my mind. I was riding my bike to the meeting location which was A1 Punjabi Dhaba which is situated between Mysore and Bangalore Highway around 13 km from Mysore.I reached the restaurant at 4:00 p.m. as planned; chose a hut, sat and texted to Kamat. While my eyes were scanning the menu, my mind was feeling anxious, lustful with a tinge of cold sweet forming over my forehead and unparalleled excitement running over. “Now?” said Keith“If you could I would appreciate that.” Michelle rested her hand on his thigh.“It's just a bit public. Could we -er- do it somewhere more private?”“No problem,” said Michelle.“We could do it in my car”“Okay. Is it all right if I bring my pizza?”Keith thought she could bring the vendor's fucking cart if she wanted.They walked to the car park and Keith was congratulating himself on his cunning. He texted Bill “On way to the car”“Fuckk!” was the reply“Who was that?” asked. “Yes, I do,” she replied, turning to me, her hand cupping my balls. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy yours.” Looking up into my eyes, her free hand on the back of my neck, she pulled me into a kiss. Our lips brushed, but only for a moment. Her mouth opened, her tongue licked my lips before slipping inside, searching for mine. My hands gravitated to her breasts, my thumbs searching for her nipples; an easy task as they stiffened under her blouse. She sighed into my mouth as we slowly danced.