“Nobody can help me.” She broke down in sobs, embarrassed to be doing so in front of a stranger.“Don’t cry, little girl,” he said, and put a... arm around her. “There, there, just tell Mr. DeSalle your name and what’s wrong. Surely, they’ll be something I can do.”His arm felt comforting, so she told him her name was Lilith. It wasn’t long before she’d told him the entire story of her father finding her boyfriend in her bedroom and throwing him out of the house. “We were only kissing,” she said.. Each house had a cistern. Water was in short supply, so it was rationed. No long showers, etc. We all got back from the beach late one afternoon & the boys were sandy & hungry & wild. The adults s**ttered to multitask. My wife & Joan went to prep the kitchen & dining room, Joan's (ex)husband ran into town to buy tacos, which left me to supervise the boys' showers.We usually rented a casita. It was a typical sorta Mexican beach casita - adobe with tile roof, a deck with a palapa & an outdoor. Not sure whether it is some 6th sense, or peripheral vision, but I quickly turned to the side and saw a face, wide eyed and open mouthed, gaping at us from over the fence. The face was female, about mid 40's not pretty, but OK, and most definitely aroused. After a second or two she noticed me watching her and before she could turn away I nodded and gave her a thumbs up sign that it was OK. She still disappeared, but I sensed she was probably still near so I said to Julie.'Let's try something. He decided to confess. Rick leaned forward and kissed Nancy on the breast. Slowly he worked his way up her body, across her shoulder, up her neck. He ran his tongue along her ear."If I touch you any more I'm going to cum," he whispered apologetically in her ear. "Do it, just don't stop what you are doing right now," Nancy replied, almost begging.Rick kissed Nancy on the lips. At the same time he moved closer to her. The moment his cock pressed against her sweat-soaked skin his orgasm erupted..