"Una cerveza, por favor! Hablaste Ingles?" Uh, do you speak English"?Exactly. "Yes, that's what I said. Waddya have on tap?"The bartender waves at a r...spectable line of taps. "They're all labelled. They all work." Uh ... Let's start with the Amber Bock." ... Which always reminds me of FLEM's 'Dog Cock Bock', but the 'tender probably wouldn't understand the reference. Let it go..."Okay, you want the weenie-size glass, or the man-size mug?" he says with a grin.A challenge, or just breaking the. The man seemed normal, intelligent and a bit reserved. I found myself answering him and we starting exchanging email. Over the next few weeks we opened up to each other about everything – our lives, our desires, our dreams. Before we knew it we had started chatting on the phone, all during the day since he was married as well. We also found ourselves very attracted to one another. Sure we had exchanged the usual grainy, bad pictures, but would reality be what we had otherwise. I was planning to. ”“What else do you want?”“Your cum. I want you to cum for me.”“That’s it," he said, reaching into his underwear and lifting his cock over the waistband as he slid them down his legs, “be a good little slut and suck my cock.”I eagerly took his cock in my mouth, wanting more of what I’d discovered earlier. I loved the feel and the taste of his cock in my mouth and wanted to feel the throb of his dick as he came in mouth again. I was sucking and stroking greedily when I heard the front door of the. If not, it will hurt you more.’ ‘Okay, but I’ll be happier when all of them are gone,’ Hattie admitted, nuzzling into Drew. ‘Won’t we all.’ Breaking a Promise Patricia was lounging on the grey sheets, dressed in her black silk babydoll. Her highlighted brown hair cascaded down her back in waves. She had redone her makeup just for the occasion: black eyeliner, with grey eyeshadow and a deep red lipstick. She had seen herself in the mirror and she knew how sexy she was. She hoped that Connor.