I said Ok and she said she was again getting late today and therefore was not able to make lunch for herself, I replied lucky me she looked at me and ...miled mischievously.So we went to the same café and sat down and she looks towards me with a smile and says should we make them jealous again. I said like we did last time to which she replied let’s make them more jealous this time I said how? She said come closer so that they will think we are smooching. I said maybe it’s not a good idea to. In this position, with her legs spread, I massaged the hot oil onto her outer regions. Her pussy lips were swollen and seemed to match the temperature of the oil. In long strokes, I massaged up and down her outer lips, not yet penetrating her with an eager finger. Her butt was raised, her little body twisted a bit to give my fingers and hands best access. Despite the slipperiness of the oil, she was now double lubricated as I could tell that her own womanly juices were oozing abundantly. Nuny. I caress her breasts for a while and soon allow my hand over her soft belly. The elastic is tight around her waste but that is ok, I move over the silky smooth cloth.As I move down her belly, she sighs and squeezes my cock in her hand. I am shocked when my hand goes down to her sex. The knickers legs are so loose that my fingers find their way into the confines and into the mass of hair Lesley has; her final protection. Her thighs part for me, yet her feet remain unmoved. My fingers find. She even confessed a little passive interest in other women, but had no idea how to approach that subject. I filed that little tidbit away in my brain for future reference.Anyway, I brought her completely understand that I long ago separated sex and love. I had no problem with her getting fucked by others if that is what she wanted to do. I explained that I might fuck other women, but I would always come home to her. I had no desire to move in with, or marry, another woman. For a while, she was.