Malika grinned at Jim, smiling as he touched her. She moaned softly for him, (more for his benefit than hers) and let her head fall back. "Thank you sweetheart" she whispered.<br/><br/>The key was making them feel like they were special, as if you'd never had anything as good as them. So far, he wasn't so bad. He wasn't disgusting, or old enough to be her father, or grandfather for that matter.<br/><br/>Her hips shifted and she rocked herself against him, rubbing against that thick shaft in his pants, making him harder (if that was possible) loving the sounds he made against her lips as she kissed him.