You know how his is about it. It’s a place where the waste comes out, la basura, as he says, you know? So he’s sensitive about it. I tried to tell...him that with Lupita, naturally she has a very big backside, so it’s hidden away more, see? But to him it’s obvious, he says, that mine is closer than hers.’ I asked, ‘I wonder why, then, he is so keen on finishing from behind.’ ‘Oh that’s because he says the angle is better, and that he can go farther inside my vagina. The sensation is better that. I will explain.”“Sofia, what the hell are you doing here?” Despite myshock I managed to keep my voice quiet, aware that herhusband may be nearby.“Please let me explain.” She begged.“OK, I’m listening.” I answered, trying to regaincontrol over myself and listen for the sound ofapproaching footsteps. The last thing I needed was ajealous husband chasing me from the house in the middleof the night, especially given my complete lack. " "Haha. There's still a lot more if you like." "You like it?" Did I dare to say how much? "I guess so," I stuttered.Trent loosened his grip, gave me a little kiss in my neck and whispered in my ear, "I know you do. Come!"I followed him as he waded to the side of the pool, lifted himself out of the water and sat down on the edge. Right in front of me, with his legs spread. Although his cock was not fully erect yet, it was already bigger than mine. He started stroking his cock inches away from. He was doing it again thinking of her. And though not surprise, his frustration was enough to make him wince. With another frown he stepped from the kitchen into the foyer of the loft again as he slid back a screen door and entered a room lit only by a computer screen. The screen saver had kicked in hours ago. A screen savor that showed random pictures done by the girl, a sailboat set against a horizon done in black in white, which captured the cloud forms with an unspeakable brilliance. Then.