When Becky came into the room I waved to get her attention. She spotted me and came over with her lunch bag swinging wildly at her side, smiling and e...changing commments with those she passed on the way. She was dressed in a light gray sweater and charcoal gray slacks, much different than the flannel shirts and sweatshirts Becky had worn during our project. The lunch went very well, as Becky got me talking and involved in the conversation from the start. I was a tough one to get talking but. . it moves."Chita was a good deal bigger than Benin; stocky where she was skinny. Her hips were wide and curvy and her chest had filled out her blouses from when she was 13. Her hair was curly, while Benin's was straight, and when she tied it behind her head with a ribbon, it looked like a dark, auburn bush. Her round face, though, was full of mischief.Benin realised that Senor Garcia was not an aberration, that there were many men willing to pay to forfill some sexual fantasy. She'd already. I take you in my arms and kiss you deeply as I caress your smooth skin . As you lean against me you feel my cock growing hard and move your hand down and start squeezing annd rubbing it through my jeans . Your hard nipples are rubbing my chest I take your tit in my hand and start gently pinching and pulling one nipple then the other . You moan as you unzip my jeans and reach in and grab my cock slowly stroking it .We continue to kiss and tease each other for sometime .I slide my hand down past. Over the past 3 days since I'd left the town that had become my home since Mary and I left Texas, I'd gotten over some of the initial pain and heartache of Mary's betrayal. I could see that some of my actions over the past week or so had been fueled more by anger, and my bruised ego, than by rational thought. But hey, an emotional situation sometimes requires an emotional response.I was ashamed of the way I'd spoken to some of the townspeople. After all, people in general are just fucking nosy..