" There was some informal and implicit arrangement between Mexican tourist agencies and the immigration folks. Many Americans go to Cuba through Cancu... and don't want their passports stamped. Since the end of the Cold War, I have resented intensely the fact that United States Citizens are prevented by our government from traveling to Cuba. A small group of rich, politically active Cubans in the U. S. is able to hold the rest of us hostage.So much for the political lecture.We found ourselves. " He shifts the cab into full speed and any camaraderie or banter has all but disappeared from the conversation. Was my family a bunch of influential hotshots here? The cab pulls up to a scenic hillside and immaculate marble mansion. It has massive spires that cut holes into the clouds above, and the arches rival some of the largest rollercoasters out there. You gulp, you're to be the owner, of this? As daunting as the task is, you feel up to the challenge, with one final deep breathe you step. “Please,” Louis whispered into Harry’s mouth, who chuckled and pulled back to watch Louis’ face as he pressed his finger into him, up to the end and then started thrusting slowly. Louis pulled on Harry’s hair and moaned, Harry had never done anything farther than half of a handjob, he always left Louis horny and bothered. “You like that Lou? I bet you’ve dreamed about us doing things with me for so long.”Louis just panted a “p-please” in reply as Harry pressed another finger into the boy. “I. You're sliding a brutal hand around my breasts, grasping, rubbing. You're pushing the materials of my clothes out of your path, there's no thinking. I get a sharp pleasure from the feel of stretched cloth. I'm at new heights of feverish arousal and I want you to fuck me in the impeding doom of twilight, on the floor of our unlit hallway. I want to feel you moving inside me, when the only sound will be your rasping breath and my mews of ardor. I get my wish. With your knees bent and my back flat.