Hardly daring to touch below the waistband of your jeans. Here I hesitated for a while, gently feeling the texture change beneath my fingers from rou...gh jeans to the smooth skin underneath. As though you were a present...your outer wrapping was revealing the most amazing gift inside... The sensations coursing through my body were setting me on fire, I was sharing your pleasure. My fingers were dancing over your skin, rubbing, caressing, touching...I was taking as long as I could to give. I made sure that I looked more drunk than I actually was. Once it was time to go to sleep I made sure that Sofia came to bed with me. Back in our room, she thanked me in all the ways she knew.Afterwards, I took some time memorizing what my boss, 'el jefe', had said in the party. This time, he had used some English when he repeated his words about loyalty, trust and the importance of man keeping his promises. The only problem was that I could not remember him promising me, anything. I decided. Father Leon obliged with obvious pleasure. He licked Uncle Joe’s marvelous tool until there was no cum left and when Uncle Joe put his cock back in his pants, the priest had tears in his eyes; tears of pure joy.- Thank you Mr. Joe. I won’t forget this.- He looked at the priest, winked and said: just let it show on the church’s records that I paid my tithe for the year. Now go.- I will Mr. Joe, but before I leave, I met your niece at the house. Cute young little thing. Is she, well, you know;. .. this is where you turn your tricks! Where you massage and fuck your johns!"With each 'this' his hand had come down hard against Julie's cheeks, battering her head to and fro like a volley ball."What the hell is goin' on?" yelled Ertha from the bedroom, wondering what all the fracass was about. She stood in the doorway of her room, handkerchief to her nose, and yelled, "Oh, God, it's Roy. I gotta get outta here!" Hell you will, slut. You get back in here," Roy yelled. "This is probably your.