Celia had pointed out, correctly, that thosedamaged his hair, and for some reason, the boy didn't want that tohappen. "If I'm going to have long hair,...I want it to look nice,after all."Giving himself a quick look in the full length mirror, just to makesure his shorts and tee shirt were sitting properly, and that hishair was right, he frowned at the hairs showing on his legs. Forsome reason, that just didn't look right to him any more. Hair onhis head was fine, great in fact, but on his legs?. Santiago accepted payment, sliding the drink to me. I deflected it across to her."Thank you." You're welcome." I paused and held my glass up for her to chink. "So, is this your way of avoiding the astronomical resort prices?"She laughed. Didn't deny it. Eyeing her over my glass, I wondered how many other suckers seated around the bar had fallen for the room key gambit."You're not here alone, I take it?" No. A bunch of us jetted out between semesters. World Cup Widows!" Shouldn't you be with. I said no. He put me on side slowly and gave to cloth to clean my ass. I cleaned my ass. He looked at me and kissed me on my chick. I feel good with that kiss. He started wearing his cloths so I also took my cloth. When I finished I said I want to go now.He said if you want to relax for a while than you can relax. I said no I am fine. He hugged me and kissed me on chick. He told me to come next day for sure. When I walked to home I was little uncomfortable in walking. I went to toilet. I tried. I told him many times he had his grandfather’s cock and balls and that he should be proud. It was the beginning of the third week before I took him inside me.If I didn’t teach him at seventeen, who would?I taught him how to penetrate a woman and how to walk sexy in the nude like an Italian man. I taught him how to orgasm quietly so he could take his pleasure in public spaces. I taught him how to tease a woman with his touch so that he would be sought as a good lover.He would often lay next to.