Also, she was a very shy girl. I really developed a desire to taste her body.I was craving in lust. As days passed we started getting intimate in chat.... Small level sex chats began (only hugs, kisses. No nudes or other touching messages involved). After a few months of relationships, I convinced her to meet up in person. Also, I really wanna feel her in my arms and taste her lips.So I planned to meet up in a place where I can feel her. After a lot of discussions, I made her agree to meet up in. "What is it?" I asked."It's a depilatory cream."My wife is Portuguese. I assumed she had mistranslated this as I had noidea what a depilatory cream was. I liked Portugal but I hated theirfolk dances. Every tune sounded the same and the women's dresses wereso much like a grandmother's dress. It just wasn't sexy like flamenco.Why didn't they dance to fado which was so much more beautiful?"What do I do with it?" I asked."Rub it on your chest, stomach, arms and legs using this spatula andthen. Little more was said or heard about it. We were disappointed to have missed the display for we had been in the only remaining tiny north-south segment of the Earth's surface that had not enjoyed the view. Regretfully we swallowed the bitter cup of disappointment and tried to console ourselves in the fact that we had enjoyed a unique experience of our own in the Southern Seas. There was no disguising our disappointment however and we all fell into a subdued mood. Such was the children's pride. “Who was it you were thinking of?”“It doesn’t matter,” Cal said. “I don’t want to cheat on Walter. Not really. You do understand that, don’t you?”“Of course,” Susan said. Then she winked at me before turning her head and leaning in to plant a kiss on Cal’s lips.“What are you doing?” Cal cried, turning her head away.“I’m sorry,” Susan said. “I just couldn’t help myself.”“Susan has had the hots for you ever since we saw you with the machines the first time,” I explained. “But if you don’t swing.