I was stunned by his beauty, his body, his beautiful eyes, and that gorgeous smile. As I slipped a small grin, he opened his arms and pulled my toward... him. ‘It’s so good to see you!’ he whispered as our lips met for the first time. I didn’t concentrate on the kiss itself, but more his touch, his warmth. His hands ran so gently down my slender sides to my round ass. I could feel his hunger. He gently and slowly massaged my firm cheeks as his tongue roamed my mouth. He tasted like a sweet. " I wink.She give me the "Not here. Someone might see!" look. I give her the "Do it!" nod. A gentle tug and her dress is at her knees, knees which are just a little further apart than when we sat down. I look at the table below us. They appear to be in their late 30's, early 40's. They are seated in such a way that one guy has an almost unobstructed view under our table. I watch his face as he is talking to his date, when I see the look of recognition go across his face. He looks at me and I. Finally, he grew bolder. Slowly, he massaged his way down her back. Pushing and squeezing the muscles into softness, his fingers moved lower and lower. Finally, his fingers were delicately digging into the soft, pliable muscles of the small of her back.Like a child trying to find out what the limits were, he let his fingers lightly play over the rising roundness of her buttocks.His heart hammered inside his chest. His penis ached with need. One of them would explode at any moment, he thought.. By the way, my name is Hannibal Walker. What's your name?"I was making this inane conversation to try to keep the girl from panicking. She looked to be about eight years old, and she was obviously having trouble not exploding into hysterical tears. I climbed into the buckboard and did what I could to check the Indian for broken bones. At least, he was breathing what sounded like normally to me, so he did not have a punctured lung. However, I would bet that he had more than one broken rib.The.