I ran my hand up her leg a bit, my fingers now only an inch from that stunning pussy. She spread her legs further apart; there was no mistaking it now... her dress was hiked up quite a bit and her pussy spread wide open to me.I continued rubbing the lotion on her leg, my fingers just brushing her moist lips. As I did I heard her gasp slightly. I smiled to myself. Holy shit, I'm staring at the pussy I have jacked off to so many times. I squirted a little more lotion into my hands and started on. I continued to watch her, they were quieter now and she had glanced around the room, our eyes catching for a fraction once or twice as she scanned the room. Perhaps they were talking business and she was bored too I thought, sipping my wine and then the coffee that the waiter brought. I lit a Turkish cigarette and inhaled deeply looking out across the city as the dusk fell. And then I felt I was being watched and turned my head to look in the mirror, catching this sexy woman looking at me.. He wanted to go, but Deesha was not happy with him going there. They had major fights because of this. I tried convincing her, but she never got convinced.Nevertheless, within 3 months, her boyfriend left abroad. She now started to live alone.We all continued meeting as a gang.Deesha continued to be depressed. I tried cheering her up, but she never did become alright.A few months later, one of the girls in our group was getting engaged and we were the only 2 from our gang who were invited to. My great — or not so great — goodbye speech. I'd known there's no place in this world for me. Here the cars drive themselves.But I wasn't kidding about the sentiment. I was having trouble holding back my tears, and it wasn't because I'd just lost the best car I'll ever have.Many of us want our cars to be real somehow, and be fond of us, and all that mush. And for this one shining moment all that has been true for me. Most people never have a moment like this, and I was at least smart enough to.