Again, most of the time he would just surprise me and show up unannounced, a few times we scheduled a date but could never find a private enough place...to go. Neither of us had enough for a hotel room. Downtown San Diego is expensive, even Motel 6 can be $200 a night on a weekend!One day he said he had a "religious experience" and decided to stop being with guys. I told him I understood. I am a bit conflicted about my sexuality too. For months I didn't see or hear from him, then one day out of. We meet at the coffee shop, both of us smiling happy to see each other. A hug and touch of hands is exchanged. Sitting down in the corner in comfortable chairs, like old friends catching up, telling stories, touching and smiling at each other. I wonder if I should ask or will she ask first about what is no doubt on both our minds. Eventually the discussion is turned to PLAYTIME. We both are excited and we have some frank discussions, she is my friend and I know that she has recently given her. ” I told her. “Yes sir.” She answered going back to sucking my cock to the point of almost gagging. Just when I thought I was about to come I told her to stop and stand up. “Turn around in front of me, and take your panties off while bending over.” I commanded. She did what she was told. As she pulled her panties down I could see her pussy lips come into view. My cock ached for it so bad that pre cum started to come out. “Do you like what you see sir?” she asked. “Don’t worry. For some reason, the sound would only come through on the headphones that Paul gave her, and not through the regular computer speakers.The familiar orange screen came up, the orange and yellow Spanish flag rolling on the screen. A low, sonorous trumpet playing smoothly replaced the guitar music of the previous disk."Welcome Cecilia, to Listening for Signals." The trumpet played a welcoming motive. "Section Four: Conversational Practice."The Spanish narrator went into a dense, verbose monologue..