I missed Florida, I missed night walks on the beach and the warm sand between my toes. I miss my sweetest lover, a Dominican man that unfortunately...belonged to someone else. Castillo was just too nice and it ( the beautiful nights of rum,sex, and sand) wasn't supposed to happen. I remember the way he kissed me, always making me feel like a goddess. So many nights we would walk on the beach after work and made love in the shadows of the fancy resort that emploted us but we could never. "Maybe the manuscript was inside the writing desk," suggested Bob."No way," said Kendra. "Anybody selling a desk like that would have looked inside it before they sent it off to America. Come on!" Maybe it wasn't visible when they looked inside the desk," said Bob."You mean a secret compartment? Bob, you've been reading too many Nancy Drew novels."He laughed."I loved those books when I was a kid. And I wanted Nancy Drew books more than the Hardy Boys, because then I could fantasize about being. She held me there, and I could feel her tongue lick around the sensitive crown. My knees were weak. The feeling was intense. She looked up at me from her knees. Her eyes reflected pure lust. Her hand tightened on the root and kept me immobilized as she took me, inch by slow inch deeper into her mouth. I moaned as her lips met her hand, and more than two-thirds had disappeared into the warmth of her mouth. With equal deliberation, she pulled back until again she only had the head trapped inside. I took hold of his balls and rubbed and played with them gently. And I sucked as hard as I could swirling my tongue again around his head. I thought of one final thing, one gross thing but I did not want to fail and I moved my hand under his balls behind them and my fingers found his crack. I felt around for it finding the entry to his butt and then pushed my head as deep as I could and pushed my finger into his butt hole. I heard him groan loud and felt him arch his back and then I felt.