She is the grandmother of one of my ladies. Dora Menendez, daughter of Roberto and Esmeralda Menendez, from the Valley.”“It has been ... years ......since I left the Valley. That you also know of it ... and them ... yes, we are cousins.” He gave me an embrace, then, in the Spanish tradition.“If you ever tire of this position, you and your chefs are welcome to open a restaurant in Kansas. The food here was excellent,” I said. I held out my hand, that Margie filled with her business card and three. ........we walk into the dark room - the blinds closed - hard to focus for a second - but that doesn't matter anyways - what matters is we are together - but you knew exactly where to go and what to do in your room - you were waiting for me - you walk over to the dresser and pour some champagne into 2 chilled glasses sitting in ice -- then turn on some music - its I want to rock with u from Janet Jackson *grins* -- you hand me the glass to take a sip which I do then you take the. She was waxed smooth and the sensation was new and exciting. “Good.” Alicia said. I kept running my tongue up and down the outer length of her vulva and the gap on either side between it and her inner thighs. I did this slowly but firmly with the flexed tip of my tongue. Without a prompt I used my lips to nip at her soft vagina lips. “It’s so good.” She breathed. I kept licking around her opening waiting for the “OK”, all the while growing anxious to really taste her. Finally using the flat of. "Fuck me," whistled Todd."Not on a first date," I giggled again."No, sorry," apologised Todd, "It was just, well you know." Yeah, I know," I smiled lustfully at his cute face. "So, guys, what are we going to do and where are we going to do it?" W-what? Well," stammered Mike."We've got digs," said Todd quickly."If you think I'm going back to your digs you're crazy," I laughed."Where then?" asked Mike."Over there, behind the sports pavilion," I nodded in that direction."Yeah, great," agreed.