Heaven knows, there had been few such moments in the previous year. We were mingling with the crowd during the social hour, prior to the meal, when I...saw someone I had hoped I’d seen the last of a year or so earlier. He was an attaché with the Spanish Embassy, but I also knew him by reputation from his time as a minor functionary in Cuba, before the Spanish-American War. His name was Don Juan Pablo de Velasquez, and we had developed an instant dislike for the other from the first time we met,. ”“What kind of wish is that,” asked James.“Yeah,” pipped up Brent. The others murmured agreeing sounds.“Think about it. Lost doesn’t just mean physically. A person can get spiritually lost. Or lost in loneliness, or many other things. You can even get lost when it comes to understanding something. Haven’t we all said, at one time or another, ‘I feel so lost in that class. It doesn’t make sense!’”The light grew in all our eyes as we began to understand just how powerful a wish Robert had come up. So we make sure to keep our chat fairly clean, and innocent. Though I will admit that, every once in a while, we do exchange a few teasing pictures and videos. But until March, I wait. It is now June, We have talked about so much stuff that we plan to do, so many fun things we want to go do. I am now living in the Pacific Northwest, so knowing she is now 18, she is graduated from School, I decide to road trip back to Virginia to suprise her and see her. Of course, being the guy that I am I can. I suppose this is a bit like a lap dance. I grind your member between my cheeks, feeling your thickness, and pull away as Amber finally unbuckles you. You spring up like a soldier, in front of Amber’s face, she gasps as she watches what you’ve been hiding. A small smirk and a sly look to your direction, she likes what she sees. Amber grasps your cock, her hands are so small, you really do look enormous. I better help her. I grasp your ever-swelling penis, and now we both have our hands on you..