There were balls of dough on a floured board, and four rolled-out tortillas on a hot griddle on the stove. There was also a small pot of green chili s...mmering on the burner. It smelled wonderful.Maria grabbed the tortillas one at a time with her fingertips and flipped them. She held up a finger, indicating he should wait. It was only a few seconds before she grabbed one of them and tossed it from hand to hand to cool it, then handed it to him. "You taste, say if you like."Errol folded it over. "Charley, you do know that was just the warm-up round. I don't even think of it as a real blow job until I've gotten a couple mouthfuls of your sperm. It gets better from here."Stef now stood in front of me close enough that I could feel the warmth of her body and even the soft beat of her heart. She was genuinely excited. I touched my finger to her lips to get her to stop talking and kissed her softly on the mouth. At first, her mouth melted into mine, then much to my shock she pulled. Sarah, and ignore it I did. There were other things happening too, my skin was less coarse to touch and my voice had risen an octave.I was perhaps a bit naive to not realise that something was seriously amiss but by mid April I had decided to go see Ingrid. I embarked on a mini diet and engaged in some surreptitious buying of feminine attire. My mane of blonde hair got a fair bit of attention and when occasion allowed I wore jewellery in my piercings. I wrote Ingrid telling her of my sore. She was draped in a dark blue saree with sufficient enough gap in between her tight blouse and waist. I will have to accept that she has the most voluptuous hip I have ever seen. I personally am really fond of the hip and navel parts in women and her waist was just about perfect without the slightest of wrinkles for her age. I just shifted my glance towards her and had an immediate hard on seeing her. I had seen her before that day as well but I was quite not sure what made me go crazy on.