?’ I did not know what to say, so I just smiled. He smiled too, and said ‘you have a great smile, my name is…’, and right than he was called a...ay. I never did hear his name. As he was walking away he looked back at me and gave me a sweet, shy smile, and I melted a little more, and felt a little more, wet. I could not get him out of my mind. As I lay in bed that night, trying to go to sleep, all I could think about was the feeling I had when his body had touched mine. I begin to think about. I looked at the waiter who was not experiencing us at all but typing on his cell phone. "Come on, go," Francis said. I drifted from the table and headed for the women's toilet. Marija was already there, rubbing her pussy under her skirt. "Let me see," she said, still rubbing her pussy. I put down my shorts and stood in front of Marija, who was watching my dick.After looking at him for a while, she said; "You can get dressed." I pulled on my shorts and got out of the toilet and went back to my. As she danced, she began to sing. She didn't bother with trying to use the words. She wove music with her voice, playing it like an instrument.Playing and singing it took me a bit to notice that hers was not the only voice. Outside I could see what looked like a thousand balls of light dancing in the air. They flashed with my song and I could hear them singing. It was my own personal choir of angels. They were taking my music and weaving their voices around it, making it something bigger,. . Ending just in line with her waist. She was shorter than me. A good whole head shorter than me. She just stood there, let me feel her whole body. I started with the face.. Feeling the soft contours of her cheeks, her soft and nicely filled lips. Oh, I just wanted to kiss them. I kept on feeling her slowly down her neck, letting my fingers easily float on her skin. I heard how she started to breathe a little heavier. I wanted to feel every inch of her. Her arms, hips and stomach. I never.