Most of the people living there were Latino, and most of those were Mexican. I found them to be a warm and friendly people. My neighbors had accepted ...e into their community although I never hid the fact I was gay. The people in the house next to the one I was renting rented out rooms and a converted garage to migrant workers. Over time one of their tenants was a young man named Diego. He was about five seven in height with a slim hard body. In my opinion, he was cute, but the great thing about. “Wow! Now that was a kiss.” I said.He took my hand and led me to the living room. It was a true reflection of the man; floor to ceiling windows opening to a view of the city with recessed muted lights and comfortable leather furniture which imparted to the room a sense of his masculinity.We sat on the couch next to each other and he inquired whether I needed to freshen up or something to drink. When I declined he said, “Meg, there’s something I have wanted to do all night.”“What’s that?”He took. I got home and walked threw the garage door and into the kitchen, I heard silence again and I automatically thought of what I had saw before, I slowly made my way threw the kitchen trying to be quiet and when I got to the entrance of the living room I saw Matt on the couch with is pants off again and Michelle on her knees with her pajama shorts on, no top or bra sucking his cock. For a 18 year old he had about a 7 1/2 in cock but what thick. I found myself there watching again as my Wife sucked. She said nothing and kept on walking. Afterwards I felt that I had made a mistake by expressing my feelings for her. If I had not expressed my feelings then atleast she used to talk to me as friend.But now after knowing my feelings for her she is not ready to talk to me. I also felt guilty for that and didn’t had the courage to give her a call. Nearly 8-10 days passed and I had not heard her voice and nor I had seen her. Then I enquired about her to Shefali (girl who introduced me to Akansha).