My first Foreman was of Mexican descent named Tito Marquez RIP. He spoke excellent English and also excellent Spanish I was told.We were working in Ea...t L.A. when a person approached me and I could tell he was trying to ask me for directions. But his English was very broken up and since I didn't speak Spanish, I pointed Tito out to him and he went to Tito. Tito just stood there with his arms crossed looking beyond the stranger. Finally the stranger walked away. I went to Tito and told him that. “Please, let me hang that up for you,” I added, almost tripping over my own feet as I rushed around the table to take her coat. I hesitated in front of her as she seemed to tower over me in stilettos, hands placed firmly on her hips and that disarming smirk still lingering around the corner of her mouth. She made me feel like a schoolboy again, stammering in front of the stern headmistress. Her eyes followed me as I walked to and returned from the coat rack in the corner. Our eyes met again and. As Donnie was sucking her clit and curling his fingers expertly to hit her G-spot, his Mom resolved she wanted him to do that forever. As far as she was concerned at that moment, Donnie could have her any time he wanted, no matter who else was in the house.Mom orgasmed two more times with Donnie's mouth between her legs. The first one of those was another slow development, a warmness expanding through her like a hot summer breeze. Mom knew she was close to her next climax, and she entangled her. And he walked to the gramophone in the corner of the room and put on a lovely melody for her. It filled the room with even more romance, if that was possible. She smiled and started humming along with the song."You have a lovely voice, my dear." he said."Oh Eric, I feel so happy tonight. If I could get up out of this chair, I would let you waltz me around the room!" Oh, you would?" he asked with a wicked smile. And he stood up and picked her up out of the chair and held her in his arms and.