He was going to miss her. They say “the eyes are the windows to the soul.” When he looked in them, he remembered all the things they went through ...ogether.“Oh, what am I going to do without you, sobrino?”Juan thought: ‘I was thinking the same thing, Titi.’“Morning, babe,” Isa’s fiancé and Juan’s soon-to-be-uncle, Derek said. Derek began to make out with Isa with short kisses. Derek was very much an advocate of public displays of affection. However, Juan noticed some things recently around the. He leaned his head back, letting my hand slide into his pants and grasp his almost 7 inch cut cock. I squeezed it in my hand, stroking it up and down slowly at first, as he moaned a little. I was and still are mostly a bottom, so when I say I fully enjoy being a bottom, I mean it.As I sit there stroking his cock, he unbuttons his pants and slides them down to the floor, and I can see his whole cock, balls, and body, neatly shaved, well groomed, and I see him looking at me. I do the same,. I paused at the opening from the small hallway, waited for Mrs. Cornell to make her move, then took a slightly different route toward the restaurant door. I saw her drop her keys along her leg away from the men. I moved to that area, made a show of finding the keys as she left through the door. I looked around the dining room drawing attention, then carefully positioned myself in the process, I bent over from the waist, my back to the table of men. I could feel the very short skirt rise and. ”He was flirting with me again. I liked it even more.“Thanks, but you know how things are in this small town, not much excitement.”He started telling me more about college, but my mind once again drifted to fellatio. But this time it wasn’t about Michael. It was about Steven. I found myself wondering what his cock looked like. Would it feel as incredible as Michaels did in my mouth? What would his cum taste like? How much would he pump into my mouth?I couldn’t believe I was thinking all of.