I watched her eyes dart around the café, unsure if my actions had attracted attention. Her breathing changed, becoming deeper, as my hand moved slowl...y up her inner thigh. I felt no opposition and was soon assured of her need as she opened her legs even more, allowing my hand freedom to roam. “You want this, don’t you Kay? You want to feel my hand against your seeping pussy? You want to feel my fingers pry you open and take you, right here, in the middle of the café, don’t you Kay?” I whispered. “What do you mean?” I asked incredulously. “Rub marge all over it,” Thelma giggled. “That should make it nice and greasy!” As I covered the cucumber with half a block of bright yellow margarine my sister rammed two then three fingers up her snatch to try and lubricate herself manually! She was correct. As she held her knickers to one side I effortlessly slid inch after inch of the cold cucumber covered in Stork margarine deep inside her cunt. The look of trepidation on her face will live. "Well, come on in."She made no move to demonstrate affection. No kiss, no hug, hell, a handshake would have been something.I followed her through the main room, into the hall and into the TV room. Those shorts left nothing to the imagination. She went over to a wooden rocking chair and sat down. A one person chair. I sat on the black leather couch. By myself."Sara tells me you told her to pick up your jacket." Well, I said she could get it from you." And that I don't deserve it." Now, wait a. She would be afraid that someone would see us.”Bethany giggled and said, “I would tell my husband the same thing too, but you are my lover. You are special and for you I would do anything.”Again she melted into my arms smashing her breasts up against me as we kissed. I ran my hands over her ass again and up above her waistline. Then I lowered both of my hands down into her panties and cupped both of her ass cheeks in my hands. I ran a finger down the crease in the middle looking for her moist.