I have noticed in recent weeks that Colombian women seem to like me and I don't know why. Maybe my nationality has something to do with it. And, altho...gh I'm not tall, nor am I at a height disadvantage because the Hispanics are generally quite short.As we sit together on the little sofa I put my arm around her shoulders and pull her to me. Her eyes lock onto mine and her mouth, usually set in a brash grin, narrows with intensity.We kiss over-eagerly. I don't know how long it has been for her. She was wearing tight t-shirt with open v neck which was showing her clevage, and tight spandex(yoga) pants.After few moments of watching her my 19 cm buddy started reacting, it was obvious because i was wearing a beach shorts that i changed into after my work.When she turned around she saw me watching her and she smiled, showing her perfect white teeth and red lipstick.I was a bit ashamed at the moment, but i decided not to back down i moved a bit to adjust my growing boner so she couldnt see. She took the towel and went into the bathroom. I followed her looking at the dancing ass when she walks. This was making me mad since the day I started admiring about her. She switched on the shower and asked me to join her in the shower. I got into the bathroom and started enjoying her shower. I was enjoying the dripping water droplets from her nipples. Her mango boobs where awesome to see wet. The water was flowing through her boobs to the vaginal area and then through the thighs to feet. Oh. I work in administration. I already have a college degree and couldn’t attend with Oscar when we returned from Afghanistan. Rather than separate for six years, I took a job there.”“That’s right. You served with him in the Army,” recalled Jacob. Oscar had never told him much about what he did in Afghanistan. As far as he knew, he’d been part of some top-secret anti-terrorist company. Where Georgia had fit into the whole picture was rather confusing.“We weren’t in the Army. We were consultants.