My Portuguese lover was an opportunistic encounter in Angola, he was a friend of my mothers, we were visiting and he was very charming to myself and m... sister. We drank champagne and it hit us hard, as we were not used to it and became silly girls, cavorting and teasing.I finished running down a corridor in a short dress, between rooms, with a sudden urge to pee.I stopped outside a door and sat on the edge of a huge flower pot, with a tree in it, pulled my knickers down and released a torrent. He gave the money to my dad and my mom started filling the glass again and in the mean time while bending forward her pallu dropped from her shoulders but she did not care to put that back and her nice cleavage was clearly visible. My cock was rock hard on seeing her milky boobs that guy were staring at her big boobs. He then put his hands on over her shoulders and slowly started touching her boobs. My mom looked at him and smiled, he then started pressing them in front of my dad and my mom was. They felt like they were brothers to each other. Both men had grown up together, their families being so close together in the Business. Their grandfathers were like brothers to each other, both having died so young in a gang war that claimed both of their lives. The two men exchange welcomes in their native tongue before turning back to the limestone barrier of the balcony. Mikhail hands Nikolai a cigar, similar to the Cuban he had between his fingers. Leaning against the barrier, the two. "You know I am still with my boyfriend and I feel a little ashamed. But at the same time, I would do it again without question."A smile crossed my lips and my chest lifted slightly. Confidence and head swelling as she spoke. "But there is one more thing. I… well, I am still a virgin."The word rang out like an echo. Virgin? This fine, unbelievably fine latina is a virgin? Then suddenly, it all made sense. She was educated, upper middle class family, strict father, and her boyfriend for several.