She was glad that she could talk with me, because her Spanish wasn't up to standards yet and not too many people spoke English over there. At school, ...t was no problem of course, because of the international characteristics of the school, everybody spoke English in school. However, outside the school, they were only speaking Spanish, and Illiana's Spanish was still very rusty. She knew a little Spanish from the times that she had been there during holiday's, but even then she mostly tried to. As she stepped under the cool stream of water her mind wandered back to her hot neighbor. She had moved into the apartment a couple months ago and she didn’t really know anyone in the building, what with her hectic school and work schedule leaving her little time to socialize. But she had bumped into him quite a few times and had developed a sort of crush on him. She always felt tongue-tied and embarrassed around him, and despite the fact that she knew she wasn’t bad looking he seemed to her to. “ugggghh” he groans as the last spurts drain from his cock and Stacy brings her tongue to his tip to taste the droplets of jizz that remain. “Mmmmm, that taste great baby” she says as she moves her tongue to the cum covered towel to lap up just a tiny bit more cum. Just then the laundry door opens and its Kevin! “Oh SHIT!” Stacy squeels trying to cover herself up to no avail. ‘It’s too late and this young boy has seen everything, hell he saw me eating Marks fucking cum!!’ she thinks to. She hesitated a bit, but after a long persuasion she agreed. I then laid her on my laps and kissed her deeply on her lovely lips. While kissing I inserted my hands inside her tops to fondle her boobs. Her boobs had grown up after her marriage. I commented. She stopped kissing and started protesting saying this is wrong this and that. I still managed to convince her and prolonged the kiss and the boobing. That was it for the day. Our daily talk session had a turn in the topics discussed. About.