At a table at an outdoor café near the San Finzione Marketplace, there sat a Yia-Yia. As there had for as long as anyone could remember. The owner wa... the sixth generation of his family to run the café, and the fifth to no longer question how she was there every morning before they opened and remained there every night when they locked up and went home. He presumed that she had to get up and use the washroom at some point and that she couldn’t possibly wait there overnight for him to open each. She looked at me and asked, “Do you think his wife feels jealous? At times, even I have wondered, why does the Colonel spend so much of his time teaching me? Should I ask him?” “No. You would be a silly woman to ask a question like that. Why would a young smart man want to spend time with a young, smart and beautiful woman?” I tried putting a thought in her mind. Sunita blushed. Then she looked at me with a question mark on her face and asked, “Do you think he is trying to woo me or something?. I began to trace my fingertips where I wanted him to go. Small kisses around my feet and up my calf, stopping briefly at my knee. His kisses continued up my thigh and plunged deep inside me, as did my finger. My hot cunt begged for his tongue, but didn’t mind my finger sliding in and out and across my clit. I love my taste and double dipped a couple of times, imaging what his mouth would taste like after lapping up my flavor-full juices. My hot tongue sucking every bit of liquid my pussy. She also had an orgasm. She said it had been a while since she had felt the heat of someone cumming inside of her. We layed there in bed for a while, drunk, although I think I was more drunk than she was. After about a half hour she started rubbing my dick and sucking it until it got hard and then she jumped on top of me. She rode me forever, moaning and yelling. I just layed there watching her tits bounce up and down as she was fucking me. After a while she came again and so did I all.