When Manuel insisted that he be invited over to their house for dinner after meeting Rosita, the lovely wife of Roberto, he dared not refuse.He broke ...he news to his sweetheart the best he could but she told him it would be fine. She had heard enough stories about this man and it bothered her the way her husband was treated.It was a Friday evening when the self-invited guest showed up, bearing no flowers or wine or anything that would reveal any manners at all. He was welcomed, or at least he. “Enjoy," I instantly invited him.This beautiful boy was ravenous, and he ate like a starving man who had not had a decent meal in days.Once he finished every morsel, I could help myself before asking, “Would you like a dessert?"“Whew, I do not know if I have any space left," Wikus replied with a smile.Overawed by this beautiful boy, I could not resist ordering a Crème Brûlée for him.“Jesus, this is fuckin’ delicious," he exclaimed as he scoffed it down.“Where are you staying tonight?" I then. A moment later, she pushed the shower curtain aside and stepped into the shower with him."Wash me," he said. She reached for the soap and washcloth, and began washing him, starting with his face and working down. His chest. His back. His arms. Then his legs. She then carefully washed his cock and balls."May I put it in my mouth and suck you off?" she asked."Not now, slut," he said. "I'm going down to the bar after this. I want to be fully charged in case I get lucky." Yes sir," she said with a. He is good and strong. She's a good girl not to worry him. Working fingers over the already over fucked clit, she feels the swollen-ness and cunt juices on her hand. Tenderly she rubs the sweet thing thinking of her man gone. She rubs thinking about the abuse it's gonna get from her while he's away. It wouldn't take much to get off but, she plays nice with it for awhile. He's on the plane in the air by now. Knowing he knows she might be masturbating, she smiles. He has a way of putting.