This case evoked to me a personal case several years ago: a past adventure with a Hispanic boy. This adventure was most curious. I had met him and tre...ted him a few years before: he was a thin, melancholic boy. At that time there was no mutual interest. I moved from town and we lost track of each other. Years later I found him by chance in my new city: he too had moved to it and was already married. He had gained weight. But what made the encounter memorable was that just as he greeted me he. With her fingers clamped around her pussy, her hand was trapped between their bodies. He barely moved except for the slight swivel of his hips as he ground his shaft in a stirring motion inside her. He felt her voice enter his mouth. Barely enough to swallow.Waves of heat emanated through the nagging hardness of his shaft. He was embedded, unmercifully smitten and hungry for something he would never ask for but always demand.He reared upright and back on his haunches, keeping his cock deeply. The romance is always there, we just need to make it a priority. Our ride would be picking us up at 11 o’clock. We had a private car, and ‘guide’ to drive us around wine country, touring some of the area’s best wineries. The hotel packed us a picnic lunch, and we were basically free to do whatever we wanted for the day. But Plan ‘A’ was wine tasting, and we planned on sticking to it. It was to be a casual day, but you still wanted to look good. And this was a good opportunity to wear some. I feel your cock pushing into my stomach and I know I have to release it, have to touch it and taste the pre-cum I know exists already. I untie your shorts and slide them down to your ankles, I’m on my knees now and I look up at you with big brown eyes as my mouth seeks your inquisitive cock and I get my first taste of you. My eyes don’t leave yours as I sink my throat onto your needy cock swallowing it, and still striving to take more. As I look up at you I wonder whether this would.