Once, while still very young, some actors were over, and I was in my pajamas, maybe 6 or 7 years old. The play the previous week was some detective or...mystery play, and one of the actresses was brunette, and very curvy, and strutted around the stage like she owned it. Only the male lead had kept her in line (and upstaged her). He was always referring to her as a “tomato”. I had asked my parents what that meant on the way home, and they told me it was slang for a good-looking woman. As a side. ‘Guess whom I just ran into by the dance floor?’ ‘Who?’ ‘You tell me, who do you want to meet more than anyone else in the world?’ This can’t be, Andrea thought. Could that have been really him? ‘Not Alessandro, right, he’s not even in L.A. tonight?’ Andrea said incredulously. ‘Yes, yes, yes, Alessandro Suarez, he is here tonight! I just talked to him!’ ‘But I thought he was doing some promotional appearances for his new single on the East Coast…’ ‘I don’t know, all I know is he is fucking here. I wasn’t failing, but well you know, I wasn’t working up to my potential. I had gone into Sonia’s room to ask her if I could borrow a belt that matched my dress. She was curled up on her bed in a long T-shirt, studying. (Sonia is smart, beautiful, and had begun to sound too much like my mother.) She challenged me to a quick quiz. If I won, I got the belt for keeps, if I lost I had to stay home and study. Every incorrect answer I had to unbutton one button on my dress, get ten correct with no. By fate, I mean how will he proceed? Will he attempt, by tongue or fingers or even maybe by cock to make me cum, to allow me my own orgasm first, or does he plan to use me simply as a place to dump his cum, piss and go home? Suffice it to say that I've ended many a date after having given some guy only a hand job, and have had to use my own hand for relief before I slept.So yes, Carlos' cock was soft and hard at the same time, and that was just perfect for me. You'll meet Carlos and his cock in.