The place was pretty full, and it had an interesting mix: mostly Black Jamaicans, but with several tables of white tourists. We sat at one populated b... folks I had seen around the resort. Paul and Sheila were well known to them. And then there was a third group: white women in scanty outfits with Black men and a few with Black and white men, - the latter mostly middle-aged, although there were a couple of young guys - who seemed to be buying drinks for the Blacks. There was no interplay between. I snapped out of my fugue and rapidly removed all my clothes, trying vainly to get my trembling under control. I parted her legs with my knees and positioned myself at her entrance. Once lodged, I carefully leaned over her until I was firmly in place over her gorgeous form, my arms tucked under her armpits and my hands grasping her head on either side.Leaning over, I started to kiss her and tease my tongue into her mouth, lost in the depths of my fantasy come true.Unfortunately, half a minute. He watched as her hips twitched to her diddling fingers, taking in the downy fuzz that grew on her pubic mound and extended lightly down her tender distended lips. Her fingers were glistening with her little girl juice and the aroma in the room had Greg's shaft throbbing in his pants. He unzipped his zipper, reached his hand in and pulled out his aching rod. He gave it a few strokes as he took in her beauty.Unable to wait any longer, Greg moved around the end of the sofa and knelt down before. That's when I notice the outline of her rolled tights beneath her skirt; a line like thin chord around the middle of her thigh. It occurs to me that she entered the place with her tights rolled down.I think that blushing is not a manly trait, but it's involuntary, just like the erection in my pants. I shift in my seat a bit to encourage my cock into a more comfortable position, up in this instance. I worry it might emerge from behind my belt.The gentleman gets up to fetch drinks. I deftly.