"You made so many," Carlie said."Yes. It is that way," I replied. "If you are going to make twelve tamales, is a lot of work. If you are going to make...five dozen tamales, is only a little more work. I have some for me and my Dave. I have some for Mister Jackson in payment for the banana leaves. I have some for you to take home."I set up my pot on the stove for steaming our tamales. "These are good for breakfast as well," I said."And what did you call these?" Carlie asked."Tamales negros. Black. Phir coldrink khatam karne ke baad wo ayi aur maine une apki aur khicha aur unke lips pe kiss ko apne muh mey le smooch karne laga unke lips bade hi mast the maine apni legs ko unki legs me dalkar unkilegs ko chushana lga mam bi mera full satah de rahi thi hum kharib 15 min smoching karne ke baad maine unki gun ko uthar diyaAb wo sirf bra aur penty mey hi ek dum sexy lag rahi thi inka fig. 32-30-32 tha unke boobs ek dum mast mote mote phir mey unke boobs ko derre dherre chusne lga mey kharib 25. "I'm coming..." you mumble as you crawl out of bed and pull on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, to be half-way presentable to whoever is at your front door. Your eyes still half shut with sleep, you open the door to find a gorgeous woman dark-haired woman standing on your front step, wearing dark sunglasses and a tight fitting black suit jacket and skirt."John Doe?" She asks, as she glances to her clipboard for a moment and then back to you, carefully examining you from behind her. "I nodded and took her hand as we walked back to my motel. I was nervous and excited. There wasn't much else to say; we were mostly quiet during the walk back. Each kiss on the walk back seemed more sensual and several times she took my hand to caress her face and then guided it down so it lightly grazed her nipple.We faced each other in the motel room. One desk light was on giving a muted brightness to the room. Paula smiled timidly at me and said, "I told Gran I wouldn't be home tonight; I'm.