I could register her name with housekeeping and she could bring the kids anytime to swim. She said she would love to and would probably take me up on ...he offer. My sisters both came over to see Kathy and the kids. They were doing their girly things, hugs and kisses and all. I got up and took a breather. I had to decide if I should ask her out. The childhood thoughts were still with me. I loved her as a kid and I probably could love her now. But she was a widow with two kids to raise. I wanted. " All right, Steve. Just come right out with it. There isn't anything that we can't discuss," she replied."Astrid, I ... ah ... I ... I want ... I want to marry you, Astrid," I finally blurted out in a rush."What?" Astrid exclaimed in shock, before she stopped to take a long breath. I loved the way her now even larger breasts moved up and down when she did that. "Steve, do you have any idea what you would be letting yourself in for, and the can of worms it would open up. Your mother and aunt. I can feel your juices on your thighs. I want to see your pussy" you slowly turn and face me. Your bald pussy is right at my eye level and I say, "yummy give me your pussy" You watch as I sniff your wetness. I spread your thighs and stick my tongue deep inside your pussy. I lick your pussy until she starts to drip. You see my cock pushing against my jeans as I try not to show how excited I am. I look up at you, I can see your struggling and really trying not to cum and scream. I smile and slide. The woman looked up, and they met each other’s eyes. Holly raised her hand, almost waving, and the woman raised her hand back. It was enough. * San Fermín wasn’t what Holly had expected. She’d thought it was religious, something almost sacred. A party, but a calmer one, like a twenty-first birthday with the grandparents still around. Instead, it was sordid. It was a sordid, tourist-trap, binge-drinking party that reminded her of the Greek islands. It was being too drunk to stand, and passing.