" She interrupts " how do you know my name?" He simply walks away, knowing the error of his mistake. When he finally arrived home he couldn't stop thi...king about it, what did I do wrong he thought to himself, surely she knew he watched her she must have enjoyed it, what if I'm not the only one, that slut! That fucking whore! There are probably a hundred guys that are exactly like me, I have to claim her first, I can't let anyone take her away from me, she's mine and mine alone and nobody can. I found myself wishing that whatever she'd had in was still there. I began to wonder what more secrets I might find. Between us, we could now only muster three items of clothing. I couldn't imagine my heart could beat any faster, but there was more to come from both of us. I'm not sure what happened next, if she fell on top of me or if I'd pulled her towards me again, but together we fell onto the bed. The cool satin like sheets contrasted with the warm silky softness of her skin. I could feel. I fake a south-of-the-border accent and call her The Panama City Beach.So off we go to Cuba, no doubt to some beaches, in the company of the beach.This is an official visit; our queries were met with an invitation. We arrive as guests of the State. The hotels, as I understand it, are in shameful disrepair, so for accommodations they put us up in a quaint little cottage.It's open and airy, the grounds resplendent with gardens. There's a central room--livingroom--set off by a half-wall from a. “Thank you for that,” I said, “it was a lovely thought and is very much appreciated. In recognition of your consideration I really must give your pussy a good French kissing - are you ready?”“Oh yes,” she said, ”... and don’t forget I’ve got something which I’ve been saving up for you for some time now.”How could I forget, that was one thing that was foremost in my thoughts with the sudden return to that fetish after far too long an absence.“Let me look after pussy first,” I said, “and if you.