“In case you don’t remember, my name is Dane, and we’re going to my place. Unless fucking in the rain is something you’re into, but it’s col... as shit out here so that option is out.” “Who said we’re going to fuck?” she asked in a muffled voice. Her breasts -as perky as they were- still managed to cut off any easy communication. Before he could answer, heavy rain started to pour and soaked the two within minutes. Despite her protests, Dane never quickened his pace or let her down. Vixen. It looked delicious!With her subconscious body language speaking to me I dropped to my knees and tore her thong off of her and, like a bee to honey, I promptly slurped at her sexy hot slit. She even grabbed my head and firmly pushed my face toward her snatch. I darted my pierced tongue into that tasty honey pot, sliding it deep into her slit, searching for her g-spot. There was no way I could pry myself away from her powerful embrace, although it didn’t really matter since I was enjoying her. We agreed that we should meet the following evening and go for a walk along the beach. I came to her flat and we had a quick kiss and then walked down to the local marina looking at the boats and went walking along the beach. It was a quite long walk where we talked about lot of things - We did not walk hand-in-hand - I guess I was way too shy.She told that she had 2 k**s, 2 and 4 years old. She had married very young. She had known her ex-husband since she was a young teenager - He was somehow. He can hardly see. Don’t clean him here. You will mess up the floor. You might need water to clean properly. Take him to the washroom; carefully wipe all the flour from his face, eyes and from his dress too and then you may wash his dress.”Ritu looked at me bewildered at my suggestion. She was perhaps wondering why I was asking her to go to the washroom with Dev; which might encourage Dev to flirt with her. However, I cut her thought short and said, “Don’t look at me like that. You both look.