She giggled, "I know let me in!" Fine. Be that way" He said, and opened the door.Sam got out some tortillas and some of that other taco stuff. He aske... her earlier if she was hungry and she said yes. He whipped up a couple of homemade burritos. "So where did he go really?" "I dunno" Sam replied. He wiped his mouth. "I think his brother had some performance or something. That little shit is always got something to do" He said in a bitter fashion. "Oh.. Well shit, I wanted to see his silly ass". But she struck up a conversation and although nervous, seemed to want my companionship. In the next five minutes I found out that her name was Senalda, but that her friends called her “Sena”. She was thirty two and she was married to an Italian guy in Verona, she had lived there for five years and been back home for monthly visits twice in those five years. This time she was going back for two months. I also found out she absolutely hated flying, in her words - it terrified her. She spoke. Eventually after a particularly good shag one night in our apartment,after first drinking a bottle of wine and several Heinekens, she asked me where that idea came from, I just told her I read it in a sexy story and the idea turned me on.I nearly fell off the chair I was sitting on when she replied,"Yeah me too". Soon we were fucking again,and discussed how we could turn our fantasy into reality. Jacks devious plan was working perfectly. And only a few days later,here we were. Me, Susan and. When I first heard that, I was thinking that it was awful strange that they had moved Portland all the way from Maine to some Godforsaken outpost on the Left Coast.After a bit of my usual bitching and moaning because I had planned to spend an entire week with my best friend Madison out on Nantucket Island hoping to get laid by some horny fisherman looking for tourist pussy. All I really wanted was about eight inches of non-complicated cock looking to search out new territory to explore.My.