Looking around him, he wondered if all the work he had done to make Livingston's a success had been in vain. If there weren't some way to straighten t...ings out with his family, and his wife in particular... what use was there in going on?The bright lights were on in the large room since it was a grey day outside... the first since the family had arrived in the mountains. It had seemed as though the incredible Indian Summer was going to last forever, and this was the first day that was more like. Or spin a thousand stories in your head about what I could be thinking instead of being present. Maybe just tell yourself that women don't actually cum from it, and you know that for certain, so it's not a self-fulfilling prophecy. Or you can be mine. And if you are intimate and free? If you trust yourself to trust me the worst possible outcome is that I lick you, hold you, stroke you and it's very nice. Now give yourself to me. Let me take you by the hand instead of the wrist, and guide you. As her fingers attacked her pussy I began to press forward into her velvet vise of an ass. After I had half my cock up her ass instinct took over and I rammed the rest in. "Uughh!" she whimpered. "Sorry, I didn't mea to hurt you" I quickly said. "Shut up and fuck me" was her reply, her fingers sloshing in her wet mess. I could feel her fingers fucking her cunt and I began to thrust into her back door. Every time I thrust into her she would grunt like an a****l.This turned me on beyond belief.. It was too late to do anything about it. I felt weak. She, however, smiled and told me to enjoy my visit to Cuba. There was a buzz to my left. The door had unlocked. I gathered my passport and visa, then exited through the door. As soon as the door closed behind me, I nervously leafed through my passport, my hands shaking. I didn’t see any new stamps. I went through it a second time, page by page, front and back. There was no new stamp on my passport. She hadn’t stamped it. She must have.