We drank. Looking into each others eyes, without speaking. I was unsure how to act, what to do. But he wasn't.He leaned to me and kissed my lips. I ki...sed back. He offered his tongue. I took it. Soft, sweet, tasting of bourbon. My dick stiffened. We kissed harder. He stopped. He took my bourbon and his, set them down on the desk. He came back and sat beside me, kissing again, and now our hands caressed each other shoulders, neck, head, cheeks. He stopped again."Stand up and take your cloths. My juices flowed.“Uh-huh,” Ramona moaned. The blonde quivered, those lush tits jiggling on her small frame. Her toes curled, her legs spread wide. She had a strip of gold fuzz leading to her shaved pussy lips, her juices gleaming on them. “Show me. Please, please, Rebecca!”I winked at her and thrust down my panties. I shuddered as they peeled down my thighs. My dick throbbed and pulsed before me. I shuddered as this wanton heat swept through me. My hips wiggled back and forth, my dick bobbing. She was definitely bigger, stretched out like she had beenafter being with Tyrone or his buddies. And knowing that, despite the loose fit,made me even randier, as I came into her, spurt after spurt. She was relieved when I kissed her afterwards, because I acted like I suspected nothing, but I knew the next day I'd be finding out the score. The next day when I came home, she seemed more eager to have sex, and more ready to have me go down on her. She also seemed more vibrant,. He splashed idly at his face knowing that the water could not cool because the humidity would not allow evaporation. His face was strong and dark -- typically Lebanese. But, it had a European look to it, too. Because he was a child of Western corrupted Arabs, he almost saw his handsome Western features as a flaw -- an ugly disfigurement. Yet, combined with his 6'3" frame, he somehow passed unmolested through customs -- another wealthy and tanned Euro-Playboy on his way to another pleasure dome..