“Will you have breakfast this morning, don Miguel?”Suddenly I was starving even though I was exhausted.“Yes, Sra. Martínez. Thank you.”“And...for Srta. Sofía and don Javier, too?”I looked back at my two friends and lovers. They looked at each other and back at me and laughed out loud.“Yes, Sra. Martínez. For them as well, thank you.”Sra. Martínez outdid herself with the local equivalent of huevos rancheros and something that looked and tasted like a mini breakfast burrito with rice and beans and. You can feel my pulse through my hard cock as it is buried in you. I pull out slowly, letting you feel every inch of me. When just the tip is left in, I thrusts myself back into your pussy so hard you can hear the cabinet doors bounce. You lean back a little as I starts ramming my cock in and out of your pussy.You reach down and rub your clit as my dick works in and out of you. You can see me looking down, watching my cock pump in and out of your pussy. You rub your clit faster, pressing hard. I turned to face her, and we began the deepest, softest kissing on record, our hands running thru each other’s hair, intense tingles running all through my body as our slippery breasts mashed together. I began running my hands over her body with the soapy water, exploring every inch of her. Some areas more so than others. Her curvaceous butt cheeks were the prime target of my attention.We got out of the shower and dried off. Then went into her bedroom. Samantha patted her bed and said, “Here,. She had no interest in the outdoors or really ever leaving her house to do much of anything. She didn't even like shopping. Fortunately she had a computer programming job where she could work from home most days and never leave the house until she ran out of Haagen-Dazs or Dove bars, and mostly she didn't. I gave her a couple of tries but she never wanted to do much of anything, and we'd always end up watching a Netflix movie at her home. I'm pretty sure she was borderline agoraphobic but she.