Rachel moved to the east coast for college. A college I did not have the grades for. In the beginning she would tell me how she missed me. Send me ...opless photos of herself, and I would masturbate to them furiously. We would spend long hours on the phone, arguing over who would hang up first. But the phone calls came less frequently, and my calls went unanswered. It wasn't until I saw a picture of her and some strange guy kissing, that I realised what had happened. Rachel had been tagged. I wanted to see her reaction if I saw it all and so I put a box down right next to the trash 'accidentally' hitting it while a wrapper fell out. She giggled “Oh sorry nephew! Don't mind that.. your uncle won't need these anymore.. we're almost out of them and after we're done we're going to start a family.. Shh! Don't tell anyone!” I didn't know how to play it off and said don't worry! No one will know! And she hugged me tightly and I hugged her awkwardly making sure I hid my hard on as good as. The middle-aged and overweight motel receptionist was squeezed behind the desk and busy handling the concerns of an equally obese guest."Phew! You guys are really hot and sweaty!" Olivia said pointing at the vending machine in the motel foyer. "You better have a can of something."We agreed and slotted in our quarters for ice-cold cans of carbonated drinks with exotic names that none of us had ever come across before. I selected a can of Myrtle's Malt and Crystal chose Top Gaul."God! It tastes. Lopez, and once again, his heart leapt into his throat. At 38 years old Selma Lopez was still a vision of beauty and sensuality. She was reclining on the couch reading her book while her cinnamon colored hair cascaded midway down her back and framed a very beautiful and exotic face. Her dark chestnut brown eyes were a testament to her Spanish heritage as was her tight olive colored skin. Chuck gazed at her longingly and mused to himself if her face gave her the beauty. It was her body that gave.