I had promised to write Jennifer a letter, so I did that, then wrote one to Stephanie as well. I wrote a brief note to Becky on a blank greeting card ...rom a box I had brought along.The first two letters were similar, telling my two favorite girls in the entire world how much I loved and missed them, as well as about the trip so far. I was careful in my letter to Stephanie to not even write anything that could be misconstrued because I knew my mom might well intercept the letter and read it. In. We chatted for a while longer. Mostly about him; I didn’t want to talk about myself. He was recently divorced, forty-two and owned an art store in Santa Fe. He seemed nice enough and I was happy that he didn’t ask too many questions about me. He told me about Santa Fe and the places he had travelled in the States in order to obtain new art pieces for his store. I spoke little of the places I have been, but I had been wandering around for a while by that time. We talked until the bartender told. Joe’s cock was perhaps slightly larger than average, a good fit in her hand. I recorded her sliding her slim hands up and down his shaft, teasing him, tantalizing him. Holding his gaze she slowly kissed, then licked, the sucked the head of his cock. Joe moaned deeply, hips thrusting a little into her mouth as she slid almost his full length into her mouth. I was so engrossed in watching and recording, I almost forgot that I had a part to play in this. In the middle of a particularly long lick. I've always had an affinity for both girls and guys although the latter really accelerated when I was in college. I found myself staring at cocks every opportunity I had and would even steal copies of my Aunt's Playgirl magazine to admire the well hung hunks on its pages. My roommate in college was Billy, a somewhat effeminate guy, but one who was a good friend nevertheless.I came back to the dorm room early one day only to find Billy naked and sitting on his bed masturbating. He froze, dick.