"Chrissy, darling come sit on my lap, I so want to cuddle my newgranddaughter."I felt quite honored that she was paying more attention to me than herd...ughter and I went and sat on her lap. She immediately hugged me in atight embrace and kissed me again. I drank in her wonderful perfume andkissed her on the lips in a girly kiss.Grandmamma was telling me how glad she was to have such a prettygranddaughter and she was looking forward spending many days in mycompany. I snuggled down on her. She just blushed and I started flirting more with her. Bus driver signaled as the bus was going to leave. We jumped in and the bus started. I started to flirt again and we came close to each other. In a while, we were smooching. That was an awesome feeling. So smooth and sweet her lips tasted, the kiss went for long.My hand was on her back caressing her. Her hand on my head playing with my hair. My hand traveled down to her navel and then under her lengha to her sweet cherry. She had cleaned. One thing she loves is how he always touches her, and true to form he lets his hands sweep up and down her back. Long, smooth strokes that both soothe her nerves and awaken her desires. This close to him she can feel his hot, hard length. It pushes against her, begging to be allowed into the warm depths of her body. With her arms around his neck she is helpless to resist his hands framing her face, drawing her close for a deep, searching kiss. His hand reaches back, into her short blonde hair,. 'Whatever.' I thought. The dark frothy strange brew stared me down, scoffing at the chances I would be able to drink more than a 1/4 of it. The eyes of the spectator, in the corner, was on me again and I could feel him having a laugh on me. 'How bad could this beer possibly taste?' I wondered. 'Maybe a darker beer meant it would taste better than the shit I had drank in the states, like Corona Mexican Cerveza?' I pondered. I lifted the glass and was amazed at how heavy it felt. If I wanted to.