“Get on with it please my darling.”“Remember the safe words.”Kevin took a deep breath as he raised his hand and brought it down with a soft sm...ck across Louise’s right buttock. There was no reaction from the sexy woman, so Kevin swatted her a little harder on her left cheek.“Harder! I won’t break baby!” she whispered as she wriggled a bit on his lap. That was all the encouragement Kevin needed at that point. The next smack landed firmly and with just enough sting for Louise to cry. But now she stared back at him from the mirror."Born in Havana, you say. What about your family? Your father, your mother?"Suzy tried to answer. He saw his family in his mind. But their names, His father was, It was gone! He knew it wasn't really Julio Quintana. Nor was his mother Ana Maria Lopez de Quintana. A pair of faces came into mental focus: Suzy's Cuban parents. For just a moment she was seized by grief. They had died just a year ago, and she'd had to make her own way,. "You know what I want," I whispered.He laughed, a sorrowful sound."It's been a long time for me," he said."Longer for me, I bet," I said.We were silent for a second."Is it like riding a bike?" I asked. "Will I remember how, or will you need to write me down step-by-step instructions?"A soft chuckle.I unbuttoned his jeans, opened the flaps, and slipped my hands in. I rested my palms on either side of his cock, over his underwear. Not caressing, not stroking, just resting.Lore leaned his back. As my eyes cleared up, I saw Lou and Il Tenore in a head-to-head conversation. I had to grin; Il Tenore had made a big impression on Lou, and she was basking in his attentions. I wasn't too jealous. After all, I'm the guy she was going home with tonight.I watched as he took her hands in his much larger ones, and he traced the tattoo on her shoulder. I brought the camera to my eye and took a couple of photographs, the flash startling the two of them. He, of course, is used to this and his grin.