And then Alistair picked up my parents’ journal, wrapped one arm around my waist, and pulled me sideways into the hammock so we could cuddle and swi...g.“Want to talk about it?” He lifted the journal and waggled it at me.I snuggled closer, pressing my face against his chest, soothed by his soft heartbeat beneath my ear. “They visited here a lot.” I let out a shaky breath. “Like, almost every year, I think.”He squeezed my shoulders silently and pushed the hammock with one foot until we were. . all imported from Latin America, or geared to their lifestyle, their likes and tastes.It was odd. Here I am, a Gringo, 6'3", pleasant attitude, nice looking, but little ability to communicate, yet, I am amiable, gentle, kind and open to them. As far as I know, nobody (no Anglo) in this county is open to the Hispanics. Because of the financial depth of my other business, I was able to tough it out and our sales began to grow, especially as I added other services and products.In about a year,. “You're scared.” Followed by a nearly desperate moan. “I could go, now. But I want you.”My mouth was dry. I had a choice. I could tell him to go, to leave me alone. Could I? Even though I was scared – he scared me – I was horny. Heart beating fast I got down on my knees. I reached out, touched his cock trough the fabric of his boxers. “Don't go then”, I murmured nearly breathless and pulled the shorts down. Pre-cum glistened on his hard dick, he moaned again as I straightened up to lick over. .my hands were trembling and I had trouble with the suspender fastening around my waist so the old man came to the rescue and helped me on with a pair of spunk stained tan stockings which were also laddered and looked well used but hell they felt really great on my legs as he adjusted the suspender straps and made then taut......he pulled me onto the bed and we lay there rubbing our nylon legs along each others .....rubbing our pantied cocks together and having a really good grope of each.