As she fed me mine, I wrapped my hand around her fingers and lightly caressed them. She did the same with me. A little bit of dressing clung to her up...er lip. She picked up her napkin to wipe it off. I stopped her. I reached across the table and licked it off. She smiled. I wrote, "Your lips taste so sweet." "Thank you. Do you want to taste my other lips?" "You have no idea how much." We finished the salad just as the waiter brought the steak and baked potato. I cut up the steak and put sour. I tell her maybe we should go around the back where we are hidden better. I get in the car with her and we go around back. We are behind the hotel now and I am in the passenger seat, we are kissing and I am rubbing her wet pussy as she starts rubbing my hard cock through my pants. This goes on for a while and I am so hard. She pulls my hand from her pussy and licks my finger. She loves the taste of herself. She tells me to get out and come around to her side. I go over to her side of the car. The sexual tigress from the night before replaced by a sweet young cub.Sue joked that we had our very own ‘Sheldon Cooper’ and that we’d have to introduce her to James before she headed back to Malawi. Feeling ridiculous, my little green-eyed monster reared his ugly head at the suggestion. James was much more ‘age appropriate’ for Grace than a balding forty-eight-year-old economist. But to my childish psyche the adage ‘finder’s keepers’ trumped any such considerations.As we watched, Sue and I. To mujhe sun kar mere dil me jor jor se dhak dhak hone lagi thi or gala sukh rha tha.Me dekhna chahta tha ki wo ander kya kar rhe hai par mujhe wo dikh n rhe the bus unki awaz sunayi de rhi thi. Phir usne meri behan ko bola ki upar bed par kar de tange usne niche ko latkayi hogi beth kar or w/o niche khada tha. Phir usne meri behan ko khada kiya do no ke per dikh rahe the farush par.Shayad usane ushe hug kiya hoga. Or uske pichwade ko dba rha tha wo bol rahi thi dheere se dabao dard ho rha.Uske.