"Here comes more sex," I thought. "He's going for my panties."Well, I think, I want to see what sex is all about, this is part of it. Then, his hand i... up to the edge of my shorts and I feel a finger slide under and wiggle beneath the elastic on my panties.As my heart rate increases, the finger dips onto my damp slit and begins to go round and round nice and slow. Oh, shit, this feels so good, I thought. That, and sucking my nipple, oh, yes, this is good.His dick is very hard in my hand, he is. No, we didn't do this all that often: I think I'd given him the impression I didn't like it much and he was always considerate about such things. But even after I'd gotten more used to it, he hadn't really picked up on that fact. But now he would, or else he'd think that this gift was costing me more than it truly was.Yes, he grew hard quickly enough. I glanced up to see his eyes--I wanted to see his face while I did this. Yes, he watched me. He was happy--I could tell. No, it wasn't hard for. That was all he could do.The next building was a squat, dirty green two-story with grimy windows and a smell half-way between second-hand semen and a spilled bottle of cheap perfume, the sort someone might use to disguise a cesspool.Two or three Mexican women with furtive eyes were stringing fresh-washed sheets on a line.The taxista went up to one of them and asked if this was La Casa de Los Angeles."Si." The woman, swarthy with the high cheekbones that revealed much Indian blood, walked away. I’ll show you later, but it’s stupid hot outside and I just ran here from my house. I’m covered in sweat, do you mind if I steal a shower?” Kevin asked pulling his shirt over his head. “Yeah, that’s fine.” I said motioning up the stairs. “Turn left when you get to the top of the stairs and it’s the second door on the right.” Kevin walked up the stairs, pausing at the landing. “What happens if I turn right instead?” He asked. “You’d end up in my bedroom.” I said. “Ok, good to know. We’ll need.