She opened her eye in surprise. I took my hand behind her head and removed her hair band and started creasing her hairs. I pulled her by her head from...back towards me and tried to give her a full lip lock kiss. “didi….”she said and tried to push me back fighting with her feeling.I pulled her forcefully and started kissing her slowly she stopped resisting and submitted to me. Ah… how soft her lips were .I started to invade her mouth with my tong and got more excited when I got response.I pushed. .. to the town .... They have to visit a number of development projects for their work in the vicinity of the city and I could ride along. I quickly put a few things in a shoulder bag and got with them in the car. In a few days I will drive back with them. They dropped me off at the end of the afternoon at a simple hotel just outside the city. The hotel is beautifully situated in a spacious garden. Grass, some palm trees and flowering bushes. Around that a high wall.Mostly black people stay at. "Martha asked, "How did you come to live with your grandparents?" My dad ran off with some bimbo when I was about three years old. We haven't seen him since. My grandparents took us in because Mom had no place else to go. At the time, she didn't have a job. She was killed two years ago by a drunk driver while she was standing at a bus stop. You know this state, the murderer got a slap on the wrist because it was 'only' his second DWI (Driving While Intoxicated), and his lawyer made the judge. I entered, and he followed me, and as the door closed, he took me in his arms, and once again kissed me. My arms wound their way around his neck, for my knees were weak from his kisses. "I should apologize for that," he said to me, when he finished kissing me, "but I'm not going to!" "Good, I don't want your apology," I said with a smile, "just kiss me again." I made the decaf coffee, and brought out the only liqueur I keep on hand, an Irish creme liqueur, that is great with coffee. .