I can't remember a visit to her house when my cookies weren't waiting on the kitchen table. Not when she was in good health. Not on our last visit whe... her health was failing and she called my father to tell him it was time for her to go into a nursing home. The cookies were always there.Occasionally I see the shinney gold box in the snack isle as we buy our grocery for the week. I can never bring myself buy them. I fear I'll taste the cookie, start crying, and won't be able to stop. With all. ” She hugged him moving her hands around his neck, “Thanks for everything papa”.He hugged her back with equal affection, forgetting that it was his 24 year old, grown up married daughter, kissed her both cheeks as if she were his little girl, “Your welcome beti!”Her saree was a little disheveled, but she didn’t mind it. She was surprised by her father’s kisses and giggled, “Aw papa that was sweet! I missed your kisses, don’t remember when was the last time you kissed me like that” and kissed. The feel of the wet cotton being pushed in circles around her clit soon had Shae on the edge of a needed orgasm. Spreading her legs wide in the seat she gave Gina the room she needed to push the leg of her panties over to grab her clit and twist it till Shae was biting her own arm to keep from screaming as she came in the back of the bus. As she was calming down, Gina pushed her head up under Shae's shirt and started biting and sucking her nipples as she shoved 2 fingers into her still. Come on, let’s finish the meal and go back to the villa. I’ll put some really sexy clothes on and do a slow striptease for you’. She quickly finished off the bottle of wine. Maybe too quickly. She had no idea which direction the villa was in and I had to help support her as we walked back there. All the way back she couldn’t stop talking about the two men jerking-off at the sight of her body, or that they might have made a sex-tape of us and maybe she should go and ask them for a copy of it. I.