“I’m sorry.” “It’s okay.” “Why do I feel like this?” Elaine asked, on the verge of tears. “Like what?” “Guilty. ...ike I let you down.” “You haven’t let me down. You confessed something I imagine you found very difficult to confess. You have pleased me greatly. I’m smiling, Elaine.” She brightened a little. “Really?” “Yes. Really.” He sent a smile. Elaine giggled in relief. “So I’m not in trouble?” “Noooo. Of course not. Elaine, we’re just chatting, okay? We’ve. These men are on their bikes for the better part of any given day, i thought, so I was bound to run into a few guys who still had the lingering aroma of crotch sweat. The smell made me both gag and excited.The biker at the opening to my mouth was a fat, homely looking black man with a pierced shaft and a long, pliable uncircumcised foreskin that hid beneath it the source of his unctuous crotch odor. As his foreskin unsheathed in my mouth to reveal the crown, the strong taste of cock sweat. And so were THEY.”Now I was thoroughly confused. Who could possibly tell Ibera anything she didn’t already know? And, ask HER to keep something secret!?Now I REALLY wished I’d been invited! I figured it almost had to be the guys from Charlie’s ‘East Coast’ part of the Family.From the pictures I got from the cruise, I had to figure they were probably in one of the ‘Alphabet Soup’ Agencies like the CIA or maybe the NSA.Whatever it was, it had to be serious if they needed Bob and Charlie to be in. Walt and Vickie changed into their swimsuits and headed down to the beach. They picked a couple of chaise lounge chairs near a volleyball game in progress. Vickie immediately spied a muscular young man who seems to dominate the game. She looked him up and down, watching his muscles ripple under his bronze skin as he moved gracefully around the volleyball court. It was evident by his facial structure and his skin tone that he had Native American or Hispanic blood running through his veins. The.