Calavero. The name tasted bitter and rotten. *** ‘Oye, pendejo!’ The words were spoken so fast, they combined into one single, contemptuous word... ‘Where are the bitches?’ The speaker stood outside in the Texas late-afternoon heat, wearing a bandana pulled low over his eyebrows. Tall, dark skinned with rippling muscles, he wore a thin mustache and a patch of black hair over his chin. Dressed in too-long shorts, a pristine t-shirt two sizes too small, and dark square sunglasses, he held court. They played miniature golf and laughed and hugged at every hole.Mary was not sure until that week that Walt was what she was looking for. She was unsettled about her future and unsettled about who she would spend that future with. He was a pleasant man, as assuming as she was fiery. Mary wasn't certain she could live with that over the long haul. Walt always seemed to defer to her, mostly because there were only a few things he cared enough about to fight for. It was fun when they first started. In the oversized socks- no shoes, he crossed the stone encrusted area between his tent and Sara's. He called out to Jennifer, "The world looks different at this altitude. Even the tents look huge." **************************************** Jennifer had already finished her first cup of tea and was getting worried about the missing members of her party when the strangely beautiful woman appeared. "God! Your one beautiful bird! Turn around! Let me see!" "JEN! The strikingly pale face with. " She said slowly masterbating. I would love to try it out. I was hypnotised by its size and grace and realized a finger had been drawn down to my clit as I watched it. Suddenly realization dawned on me what she had said. "Oh no....no you don't. I'm no fag." I quickly drew my hand away from my crotch, but I could already feel the effects of it rubbing and I knew I was starting to feel horny. "Oh come on. You must be curious as to what it feels like." She said moving closer. I backed away but.