I was a little confused with my little episode with Fred I wasn’t sure what I wanted I had wanked another man’s cock and I had let him cum over me...was I becoming gay even though I had a girlfriend, Just thinking about it was making me horny I would have to talk to Fred but I felt sort of embarrassed I needed to collect my undies he was washing for me, I often used to pop in to see him to ask when my next driving lesson was or when we were going fishing again so I went round his car was on the. Add bad breath and you’ve got salsero death. In the closeness of Latin dancing, everything’s gotta smell good. For that I pop Dentyne two at a time every half hour. Get close boys. I’m ready for ya. DJ Steven spins that booming base on his kick ass sound system, skipping once in a while. I hear salsa. Merengue. Bachata. Now and then he plays cha cha, or as the Latinos say, ‘cha cha cha.’ I hear English and Spanish equally spoken and by now they sound the same. It all comes filtered through my. I am standing behind her as she is leaning on the wrought iron rail looking over the edge at the people below. I lifted the back of her robe and she spread her legs a bit to allow me easier access to her pussy. Sliding open my robe I slipped my dick into her easily - her pussy was drenched. Trying to be careful and not get kicked-out of the hotel I slowly pushed into Lee. She was moaning softly. I pulled out and pushed back in. She moaned again. This was too much, fucking outside in the. The hall had a sofa and a tv in front of it. There was a huge window behind the sofa and it lighted up the place exotically in yellow color. I walked behing her as she was in the kitchen cooking something. Indian summer is horrible and she was sweating... indirectly displaying her bra and navel in the wet, thin salwar. I felt like doing "it" right there but don wanna end up in the prison at 23 years of age.She turned and smiled. I smiled back. "What is your favourite dessert and color?" she.