"Lets take a car service, I want to have some mojitos and no worry about driving," I told her, she told me "no problem."Ten minutes later our car was...in the neighborhood and in 25 we are in "La Havana."This restaurant feature some live music and great cuban food. Karen grabbed my left arm and we walked in. She already had reservations and it was an easy process to get to our table situated in a nice corner facing the band and the bar.The manager came by, said hello to my companion which was. Irene and Betty headed into the bedroom. I refilled my coffee and headed to my study.I turned on my computer for the first time in over a week. I had been so preoccupied that I hadn't thought about it. I had over a hundred e-mails. I quickly moved about half to a holding folder. There were two from Frank with updates on my stock portfolio. I found the one I was looking for from Sheila. It contained Mom's itinerary. Sheila had her coming in the following Tuesday at three-thirty in the. I got into the passenger seat and in a bold move, at least for me, reached over and put my hand between his legs. I said, “hi” and leaned over, as if by instinct and kissed him on the lips. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Marc didn’t even seemed surprised and opened his mouth pushing his tongue into mine. I knew I was totally “Gay” for him in an instant.I began stroking his cock and balls through his pants. Marc knew what I wanted, what I needed, and undid his pants, pulling. I see her sitting by the phone, the receiver cradled in her neck. The neck I loved to nibble. And as we talk, I can see her casually brush the hair from her forehead. She smiles when she talks. Most of the time, when she talked, I only pick up a word or two. I am much too busy trying to picture her. Her hand would drop slowly, lightly touching her breasts over her t-shirt. She would let out a slight gasp. Just enough that I would hear it…tease me, make me wonder whether it was my.