After dating them a while the sex was good but it had a tendency to lose its flair.I will admit I tried just about everything. Hell, I was a young sin...le guy who loved sex. I did have a few rules. No married women. If I found out they were married, I broke off the relationship, no matter how good the sex was. I wasn't going to be the cause of anyone's divorce... My parents were divorced and I knew how hard it is on the kids. It's just something you have to live with. I always used protection,. “Wild Thing, I think I love you. But I want to know for sure.”As the song played I reached forward and whispered the words into her ear, my nose gently nuzzling her earlobe. I could feel her body tremor lightly as I softy caressed her neck with my fingertips. She leaned her head back into my face as I buried my face into her soft, blonde locks.When we finished our floats, we headed back out on the highway. In about an hour we were at Sandy Hook and parked the car. It was a bit of a hike. The first few days after Marcell and his friends had come over I found myself constantly thinking about what had happened and how much I had enjoyed it. Every time I started to think about it I would get all wet and lose all train of thought. Then three days after Marcell and his friends were there I was cleaning house and my doorbell rang. When I answered it I found it was one of Marcell's friends. The one with the huge cock and I realized that I did not even know his name.I said hi and told. “I’ve seen it before,” he laughed as he touched the outside of her cunt.“Don’t, it’s really sore.”“I don’t think it’s still bleeding.” He examined it closely. “Maybe if we just clean it a little.” He took the bath brush from the hook on the wall of the shower and ran the bristles over her cunt. Her eyes went wide and she gritted her teeth.“Que mierda!” she spat in Spanish.“Where did you learn to swear like that?” Manuel laughed. Both of them were from Hispanic families but it was a rule that.