I love you.” “I love you too, what deal?” Just then my boss came up behind her and wrapped on arm around her front. His hand landing on her bell.... It looked like he pulled her to him. “You ready?” He asked her. “I was just explaining to George.” His hand slipped lower to her pub region and he kissed her on the neck. She smiled and let him lean her head to give him access. What the fuck was I seeing? Jealousy and rage hit me in the gut. Then he walked away. I stood to go after him, and she. The average age had to be well over sixty. There were a few who looked as though they might be just a few years older than my 42years, but it was damn few. It seemed a little odd, since the Reverend could easily have been five to ten years younger than me.I noticed a Sandwich board type sign by the door. 'Today's menu' was lettered across the top in permanent stick on letters. Under it was written in grease pencil. 'Fried Chicken with green beans and corn.' The menu seemed a little. I brought them down the outline of my lips, my hips still thrusting upwards, but I didn’t apply pressure yet, just touching myself ever so lightly. I could already feel my wetness leaking out between my swollen lips, just waiting to be spread.With agonizing slowness, I traveled the rest of the way down, just bypassing my aching hole, and then slid my fingertips along my thighs a minute longer, as a shudder and moan broke free from me. I knew he would approve of my teasing and prolonging of my. It was more fun to run my hand up his thigh and watch him smirk when I got close to his crotch. After eating we decided to take in the town and wandered the streets for hours. The small shops and bistros were filled with people spending their time as well as their money on good food, great conversation and fine things. As the direction of our path was a big square we eventually ended up back at the hotel. Shop worn and street weary but still very much ready for each other. The late afternoon.