Last was today. Coming back in the bus. Too tired. It’s packed.She: enjoys the crowd.Me: actually I am. There is an average woman right behind me ge...ting crushed.She: You pervert. I was kidding.Me: I didn’t want this.She: what did you want thenMe: noShe:?Me: ok. I think I like youNo answer for 2 min. After that, she called me on my cell.She: what were you saying?Me: I like youShe: why?Me: do u like meShe: yesMe: I don’t know but something happens when I see youShe: since whenMe: since the first. As we sat down to eat, I watched Steve as he all but devoured his plate. My man is an eater. I winced as he wolfed down several spoonful of pork. Steve saw me looking at him and asked me what I was wrong. I flashed a fake smile, told him everything was alright, and then resumed eating. As we ate, a couple of Somali guys walked by with two girls who were obviously not Somali. One of the girls, a tall, bronze-skinned and dark-haired gal, looked either Persian or Arab. The other looked Jamaican,. As his demenor changed from bouncer to host, he said "oh yes sir, we've been expecting you," and with that we walked in. It seems somehow anticlimatic to just simply walk in after all this build up, but that's what we did. The restaurant was fantastically warm compared to the air outside, as we walked down a narrow hallway we entered what was the main dining room, with yards of white linen covering tables, and a large display of tropical plants arranged on one near the center. The dance floor,. She felt one had go down to feel of her butt, stroking and squeezing her cheek. It came up and he started to run it up under her top. He gently kneaded one breast, then the other, running his thumb? over her nipples until they were standing straight and tall. She was beginning to breathe faster, and returned his caresses. Her hand went under the shirt he was wearing, rubbing his chest, and tweaking his nipples. His chest was hard as a rock. She was curious now. She stepped back far enough to.