He was wearing a t-shirt, beach trunks, a pouch strapped around his hips and sandals. He was also holding two beers.He handed me one of the Heinekens... and said “Hi, I was on the beach celebrating that I’m leaving tomorrow… and I finally got the courage come by to see you. I knew you were staying here so I took the liberty of asking the janitor, who is my cousin, where were you. So I’m here”.I admit that Canelo had a very nice and charming smile, but I felt even more annoyed; not just for his. Marcos slid between her legs. His cock prodded into the chain’s curtain and felt her smooth soft skin underneath. As if a switch had been thrown, she went into overdrive under him. Panicked, she thoughtlessly scrambled to escape.He let her roll over and for a moment, she paused before taking the risk and raised her hips getting up.“Gotcha.” Marcos pounced onto her back.He easily sprawled flat over her. His cock naturally found her pubic gap. As he slid along she bowed back, and head. Helping her up, I carried her down the hall, feeling pleased and strangely proud of her while she nuzzled my neck. I ran a her hot bath and then sat at the edge of the tub, sponging her off and massaging away all of the aches I’d given her the previous night. It was an amazing time during which we spoke very little. Our communication was deeper than words: our thoughts were conveyed by light touches and gentle sighs. It was a moment we needed and, by the time I dried her off, my role had. She'd just lost her waitressing positionbecause of a management change at the restaurant, so she had a lot offree-time. She mostly wasted it on net surfing and reading.She was bored, I was bored, and the evening was warm. When we realizednothing was on television, we decided to burn the night having sex. Iwould say "making love", but that just wasn't the way things werebetween us. So we had sex.Like a lot of couples, our sex life was largely routine. I went down onher for a while until she was.