The turnoverof small countries. Juan pumped some pesetas or whatever in, and a packet of three came out. He popped one out of the foil and I could se... straight off it would be a right struggle to get the thing on his big cock. I am sure he would loved to have fucked me without it, and he made a show of not being able to get it over the length. I looked down at his painfully erect cock, the condom was cutting into it, halfway down the sh*ft - poor lamb. So did I let him in without one? NO. That had awakened Laura. ‘Don?’ she asked. ‘Don, are you all right?’ ‘Yeah… yeah, I’m fine. I just had a… weird dream. Go back to sleep.’ ‘Come, lie back down.’ she said. But I was getting up. ‘I’m going to go get something to drink.’ I said. ‘I’ll be right back.’ With that, I went downstairs to the kitchen. There was some orange juice in the refrigerator and I poured some of that. I might have added a touch of vodka, as well. I downed my drink, following it with a glass of water. Then I went. The lounger was there with its cushion for me to get on, naked, with my bum in the air out in the sunshine and just loved the way your cock moved as you came over and got behind me. Again, we didn’t use cream and it was a lovely short pain spasm that heralded your entry into me crooning as you filled me once again with your throbbing organ. What heaven it was having you ream me out in the open. Feeling the heat of your body inside me as well as feeling that of the sun’s rays at the same time. . I know!” Brenda found a file and shaped my fingernail to be much more feminine than I had ever done. I though she was finished but she surprised me by painting my nails a very pretty pink color and then really shocked me by painting my toenails to match. Not only did I look like a girl but I felt like one as well. “Okay, Patty, from now on I expect you to keep your toenails painted. You can wear socks when Mom and Dad are home but otherwise, let them show. Understand?” “Sure,” I smiled, amazed.