It's always very sparkling and clean." Thank you, sir. I do my best. And, it's an interesting story, sir.You see, when I was a young boy in Ecuador,...only the very richest ladieshad pools. And many of them got very lonely, just as your wife does 3 or4 times a day when you're gone. And my dream when I was a boy was tomake beautiful rich ladies a little less lonely. And I have found thatthe rich ladies in your country get so, so, so lonely, and giving them mycompanionship makes me very happy. Both of them are sleeping silently next to me. I’m kind of relieved. The last few weeks have been too much excitement for me. I should be glad I’m getting a break. I’m falling asleep.I’m having pleasant dreams. Sexually charged. Nadine is in it. Katia too. I’m turned on. I’m feeling so much bliss. My nerves along on my dick seem to constantly fire, shooting pleasure through my body. I’m feeling a tingling sensation from my tip, through my shaft, all the way to my butt hole. So intense! I’m. My five inch cock was no match for the sort of cocks that Megan preferred. Nor did I have a black cock, which was the other thing she preferred---but I didn't care. My heart was hers, even if my cock lived most of the time in my slacks (or, held in my hand late at night as I stroked it!I liked Willis. I really didn't resent him fucking Megan. He treated her nicely, as she fully deserved. He lavished her with the sort of attention she craved, and which I could never really provide her with. That. A cropped tee-shirt which left her tummy well exposed with a saggy neckline that showed off her delightful cleavage. I suspected that she hadn’t bothered to put on a bra but she had put on a pair of denim shorts which I hadn’t seen before, the sort that were pre-ripped and doubtless cost a fortune. On her feet a pair of sandals completed the ensemble that to my mind was more appropriate for a teenager rather than a 50 year old woman but despite my sniffy reservations I had to admit to myself.