My lips played harder against her as I slid a finger under the edge and glided it along her damp slit, instantly finding her roused nub and gently cir...cling it. She purred softly against my mouth, urging me on with her rocking hips. My weight stilled her while I continued softly teasing her clit, feeling it harden even more as her honey flowed freely on my hand. Unable to control my hunger any long, I pushed her hard against the wall and slid down her body, ignoring those firm beautiful tits to. It was her and I’m guessing husband or boyfriend sitting at the table. I act like I didn’t see and kept eating my food. Slowly but surely I see her out the corner of my eye looking and staring again. I tell my sister about it because it was starting to get uncomfortable. I was wanting to eat my food, laugh, and do it all in peace but I couldn’t because I kept feeling her look in my direction. Though she kept looking at me, she was still attractive, in shape, and dressed lovely. She had on a. Margie was very attractive—a bit brash, but outgoing and genuinely warm. Strong church members, they held to the moral beliefs of their faith—which is why they had such problems relating to us and to the developing love between our kids. It wasn't until they got beyond the 'surface'—which for us was pretty well hidden—and discovered that we held the same moral values they did, mostly, that they came to accept us for what we are and not try to judge us by their stereotype.We did shake up their. Then we went to the kitchen. We tried not to look so guilty."So what took so long?" Christina asked."Nothing, we were just talking I guess," I replied."OK sweetheart. You still like your steak to be pinkish?" Christina asked."Yes mom. Did you really not remember?" I asked."Well you've been over here for some weeks, I didn't know if your fiance's taste buds rubbed off onto you or not," Christina replied.I really did notice that John and Christina were really starting to get along with each.