Interestingly, Manuel understood English better than I thought he might, so, though he couldn't speak it very well, he could nod to the things he did ...nderstand, and that helped."Did Carlos tell you that I do not regard you as gay?" I asked him, as we sipped our cold Corona's.He nodded in the affirmative at that."Good," I said. "I'm gay," I went on to say, "but I definitely do not think of you as that. Okay? In fact, it is because you are NOT gay that I want you...in the way I do."He nodded. Apollo told him to get on the bed and get onto all fours. He responded quickly, anticipating what was coming next. Apollo reached into the night stand and removed a bottle of lube. He watched as Apollo applied the lube to his fingers then went behind him and applied it to his ass. Apollo’s fingers were back in his ass and he loved the feeling. Two fingers became three and he started to fuck Apollo’s hand. He couldn’t get enough and wanted more. With his other hand, Apollo applied the lube to. He performed the same wonderful task on it then he let his hands roam once again. He put them all over my body, rubbing the down my flat, tan tummy, and down my long toned legs. He stopped at my pussy. I was so wet from what had happened so far and I stared at him, urging him to continue. Looking me in the eyes, he did. He pulled my bottoms down, slowly. Smiling to himself, he let his fingers feel just how wet I was. He began to play with my clit, and my protruding pussy lips wanted more. "Can. Tyler Westbrook! Mrs. Marsha Westbrook!” the usher intoned, his voice magnified by the sound system in the banquet hall.Consulting his list, the usher then beckoned Danny and Helen to step through the door.“Mr. Daniel Westbrook, Miss Helen Melville!”Helen’s legal name change had been completed only a week before, and she giggled softly hearing the name. Together they walked along the aisle following a lesser usher to a table right at the stage. Helen was trembling again. “God! They’re all.