Just to be sure I asked him to translate it into English for me.He smiled while telling me, “In English it says, From Don Pablo to Miguel and Maco, ...unch today at the Hacienda.”I nodded, clapped him on the shoulder, and looked over at Anna, “That’s pretty much what I wrote out.”Less than a minute later we saw a flash from the mountain, and the cousin flashed back a ‘rdy’. The signal was quickly sent, and I found I could decipher what it said, now that I knew the shorthand they were using.I held. She grunted loudly as I hit bottom. She wasn't as deep as I anticipated and her hanging flaps felt wonderful as they moved inward with me. “What the fuck? Your hole is so worn that I can't feel anything? Is there a damn bottom in it?” I shouted again. I had begun a swirling, side to side motion because she felt great inside. I pulled my soaking wet cock from her, slid it up to her asshole and pushed inside. She whimpered, then a long sob escaped her lips. I fucked her ass with long, slow. Did you have a good laugh? Another good memory you cheating whore?Every time I lovingly held you and said "I love you," you knew you hated me. You knew you had no respect for me. You knew I was the big joke and in three months you would have a good orgy and laugh about it. You knew that you lied to me every time we held each other close and you pretend it was affection. And now I know it too and it kills me. Twenty five God Damn Years, twenty five years you stole from me. Good times, good. He slowly slurped off my hard cock, like withdrawing a lollipop and stood up and indicated the disabled cubicle with his eyes. I needed no persuasion and readily followed him, not even bothering to conceal my skyward pointing cock. He closed the door, turned the lock and gently undid my jeans and let them fall to my knees. At the same time he ran his hands up under my shirt sending electricity in all directions, my skin bristled with excitement and he gently caressed my nipples. Not knowing.