Then few more dialogs…my darlo started to cry saying, “it’s all my fault, I am a whore as you said…I must have not touched any other man other...than my hubby” she started to pour like hell… Its well-known that every man’s sympathy towards woman decreases when she pours from down but man’s sympathy rises when she pours from up. We both started to console her… after 15mins of brilliant rendition of dialogues she smiled. I promised that I ll never fight with him. After which she kissed me.I kissed. " I was surprised that she hadn't moved, she was still in the same position as she'd been in when I first walked into the room. If anything she's moved her leg, giving me an even better view of her cotton covered pussy. It was then that she looked down at the unmistakable bulge in my pants and smiled. "Do you like what you see?" she said, looking back up into my eyes. Again I was lost for words but eventually managed a reply. "Y-y-yes," I stammered, "I do, you're gorgeous Hazel."Still staring. He had seen him a few weeks ago in another alley while an older man on his knees was sucking him off. The alley was dark. The two young men walked by each other, then stopped and turned around. Adrian pulled his zipper up and down a few times. The blond boy did the same. They both looked for a quiet spot and met in a shallow enclave near the side door of the restaurant. God only knows what had been there at one time. It was like a chimney with one side open and went all the way up to the top of. By the time I got back to Karen’s house, she was already ‘ready,’ very rare in latin women, they take forever, but not this boricua. She was wearing a nice silk black blouse, a mini skirt, same color, black pantyhose, black stilletoos , a little pocket purse and her hair down, very little make up, but enough to make her big brown eyes sparkle a little bit more. ‘Should we take my car or yours?’ She asked. ‘Lets take a car service, I want to have some mojitos and no worry about driving,’ I told.