He definitely fit the stereotype for Cuban men, though he had been born in Miami and never set foot in that country.“So, between all of us, with non... judging you now, did you ever step out on me, as I have on you? I won’t get upset either way, just as you won’t these days, right, so what’s the harm in the truth? I’m just very curious, papi,” Mireya wondered aloud, not that I lacked similar thoughts.“Actually, since you’re asking, I fucked your tia, Aunt Veronica! Is that so bad? I did it eight. Suddenly I felt a cold breeze running up and down my crotch and Irealized my cock had completely came out of my pants. I looked at itbouncing with every step. Trying my hardest I resisted pulling on it, toprolong my pleasure. I felt this was going to be a long walk and wank. Rainbegan to spatter onto my hard and hot cock, making me shiver. I was onlywearing a pair of jeans (fly undone) an old pair of sneakers and a loosefitting sweat shirt.This way if I had the opportunity I could take. ‘Well’, she said, ‘I’m waiting for an explanation’She stood there with those legs that went up to her armpits in those black stockings, apart and balanced on those high heels. Her breasts jutted out in front of her with the nipples straining against that sheer white lace. Glancing between her legs, I couldn’t help noticing that the thong had ridden up so as to split her labia in two as far as I could tell under that bushy undergrowth of pubic hair which was now very much on public display! She. "I can't believe that mother would do this," I whispered. But the truth was, I could. I did. I had known what she was capable of all along. I knew that she wanted that Refractor Core, and I knew that she would do anything to get it. I felt another surge of guilt at that. I had no idea of just how long I remained sitting there in stunned silence, wallowing in my guilt and self pity. My thoughts kept running around the ideas that people were hurt because of me, and that perhaps having my body.