" That she is, Sylvia, that she is. I'm not in love with her, or Ida ,for that matter, but she is the kind of woman who can be so loving that after I'... away from her it clings to me, like some kind of exotic fragrance. I don't love her in a getting married kind of way, but she doesn't want to hear that stuff. She knows I like her. Dulce says that and good fucking is enough for her." I want you to fuck me, Roger, i'm not being coy..."He kissed me again. Maybe yoga makes you a better kisser? Who. After asking when did he decide he was gay, and telling him that I supported his decision, and that I respected him for his courage. He then said something that I had to have him repeat just to make sure I heard him correctly. He told me he was a virgin, and that he wanted me to be the first one to make love, or fuck him as he put it. I asked if he had anything stronger to drink than coke, or beer. He said that he had some whiskey, and I asked him if he would bring me the bottle, and that I. Young men, transsexuals, women, whatever you were looking for that you did not want to spend too much money on. These were not the expensive women that we just saw in the brothel. These were the real whores. The real prostitutes. The sleazy back streets. We noticed that there were people in the park with us, but they were mostly keeping to themselves. They would notice us, but I guessed that when they saw we were playfully together, they lost interest or moved away. Occasionally a woman or a. We had a lot to talk about and that part was good. But I hoped something more might happen.I was finally holding her hand and I leaned in to kiss her. She was ready and I pushed my fingers into her black hair. It was wavy and soft as I pulled her lips tightly against mine. She moaned softly as my other hand gently felt up her breast. Then my hand trailed down and I reached up into the open leg of her shorts. No panties today and that seemed like a good sign.Soon I was slipping my finger into.