" Lissa noticed that the crowd on the other side of the ring was made up mostly of Latin Kings, and she was glad she and Marcella had ended up on this...side.With a little smile on his face, Chico motioned them to quiet down."Ladies and gentlemen... We have a special bout for you this evening, between two undefeated fighters. In the red trunks with the gold trim, from Anaheim, with a record of five wins and no losses... Fabian 'El Toro' Barnes!"Lissa wondered if maybe the blond guy was Latino. "No," he said out of the corner of his mouth. "If we get delayed a little because you find crap in them, these guys will think better of you. They've probably been stranded someplace once because of crappy fuel."Lenore nodded, and while the Chief made small talk to the others, she found the filters under a deck cover at the stern. Sure enough, there was water at the bottom of the filters. Lenore, for lack of a better catch can, borrowed the Chief's Buck knife. After pouring its contents. Both were sweating profuselyThey both lay in the same position for a minute. Then Chacha kissed her lips one last time before getting up. His lund came out of her chut. It was soft, cum drops were dripping from his lund, and it was shining. He lay next to her with heavy pantingChachi lifted both her legs straight in the air. Her both hands were supporting her legs. She was in that position for maybe 5 minutes. I did not understand what she was trying to do. But later, I got to know that she was. The beige dress had short sleeves, a gathered waist and came just to her knees as she sat there. She had left the top button open and one was missing. In the baggy dress she seemed even thinner than usual and in her sleep her face was very hollow and drawn; but much of her fat appeared to have stayed on her chest. Usually her boobs were not noticeable, but today they seemed obvious despite the ill-fitting clothing -- perhaps I was just looking harder. She was wearing those golden stockings.