Sweet tamales with fruit and chocolate and nuts in them. Guatemalan tamales such as those are made with banana leaves."He smiled back. "And if I were ...o provide you with leaves, I could expect tamales in return." I would be grateful. A plate of tamales would be one result." Come over then, dear. Show me which leaves you need."After I put the leaves in my kitchen, I called Carlie."Hi, Lita!" Hello, sister," I said. "I told the children that one day I would make sweet tamales for them. My. .. I... I can't... I can't... Anymore... Ohh.. Uhh..." I pushed my buttocks forward and held her head pressed against my cock. I couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything. I could just feel her. I could feel my body suddenly heating up.And then I started melting. Slowly.. slowly.. very slowly. Every part of my body was melting like a burning candle. I was melting inside her mouth. I was pouring myself directly into her throat. I don't know how she handled the flood. Did she swallow it all?. "Hmm, not bad," she thought.She was a size sixteen but the basque she was wearing made her look at least a dress size smaller and with the hour glass shape that men so desired. She had dressed exactly as he had told her. Black stockings, the basque he had supplied, black thong panties and black stiletto heeled shoes. The four inch heels made her calves tight and shapely. She took one last look. It was ten fifteen and he would arrive a ten thirty. She had butterflies in her stomach from her. ”“Maybe later...” She downed her drink. “So where will I be staying?”Bobo took her up to one of the three rooms over the bar. He opened the door and she walked in. It was a cozy little room with a twin bed and a lamp in one corner, and a dresser and a desk at another. Bobo watched her test out the bed with a few bounces.“I like this. This is nice. Better than my room when I was a kid.”“My room is next door. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.” Bob stepped out and walked down to.