We did night walks together and hung out by the beach together and had many margaritas at the bar together.It was our last night and we were all havin... fun and too much alcohol, when I noticed Victor was almost passing out. Poor hubby could not even stand up.Alba and Jon convinced me to go back to their room and continue our chat there. He helped me to carry Victor and we went there.Alba served a last round of margaritas and soon I leaned back on their bed. I passed out and later I felt someone. "your getting so old its hard to give you so many kisses!" I sigh and look up at her angelic face framed by twin pig tails. my eyes drift downwards and i feel my cock swell a bit as i take in her small a cups hugged tightly by a small pink tank top. she frowns as I flinch from this new reaction to her body. "are you okay big brother?" she asks concerned.I nod and lick my lips. "yeah I'm fine... but I think your getting to big to sit on my chest."she looks down at me and i see tears form in her. I saw that she was sweating somewhat from the exertion of the scene that she had been filming. I noticed that she was walking toward the back of a truck that was selling drinks. I knew that I could catch her before she got there but I thought that she might get irritated and not autograph my magazine, so I figured that I would try to catch up to her after she got there. As I was walking behind her heading towards the line I couldn’t help but notice the way that her butt slowly swayed to and fro. When this was happening she clearly enjoyed it and had screamed for me to fuck her hard and one night she had told me about how she used to fantasise about girls and dirt sex. Yet the next day when she had sobered up she felt ashamed and a little embarrassed at her wanton behaviour, all of this was making me frustrated. But Lisa just wasn’t confident and always felt that anything other than straight sex made her feel guilty. I didn’t know how to solve this bring sex life problem until one night.