She held it up, unscrewed the base and rummaged in her kitchen drawer for some batteries. Loaded, she twisted the dial on the bottom to make it hum, t...en grabbed a wipe and started cleaning the large phallus. Deliberately, I assume, the motions she made with the wipe were suggestive of a hand-job, and my shorts started to shift under the pressure of my enlarging cock."I've been waiting for this." she smiled, placing the head of the penis shaped vibrator against her lower lip. "I really want to. “You’re from England then are you?”Sue nodded. “You sound British yourself,” she said.The woman then went on to explain that she had married a Portuguese man and moved here. “It was a holiday romance and the marriage didn’t last long but I stayed,” she told us. “I like it here. I have a partner and a son.”“We’re on holiday here too. Trying to see much of the real Portugal rather than concentrate on the tourist part.”“No children in tow?”Sue smiled. “They’ve grown up and are at university. Oooooooooooooooo ooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooobabita ne ushi waqt mujhe deepkiss kiya phir to aisa laga ki jannat mil gayi ho mein pure pusine mein thi wo thuk gaya tha mein uspar let kar kudne lagi puch puch ki awaz a rahi thi phir thodi der mein mein uska chusne lagi wow bahut sari lays cream nikal rahi thi mein usko chat rahi thi babita ne us cream se mere breast par lagaya meri shit chati uswaqt meri thodi 70 % shit bhi nikal gayi the babita itni kinky thi ki sub kuch humari body. Most of them even came out well enough I could wear them in public, that is if I had the nerve. But this time it was different. This time, in my current unemployed state, I decided to sew a pair of shorts for my male self. Somehow all of my good shorts had disappeared in the various moving adventures of the past year, and I was in no position to buy some new ones for the very hot weather we were having. Besides, it's the end of August now and the stores think it's winter; they're full of.