Um, sure. So, they will most definitely try to flirt with you. And they may say some very degrading things to you. Its okay, Im tough. I can take it. ...When we got off the plane, we took a taxi and I was so fascinated by the water. Can you speak the language? I asked EJ. Um, you mean English? Oh. EJ laughed. I can do the accent though, EJ said in a Jamaican accent, that was stronger then his natural one. You have an accent already. No I dont. Yes you do. You have more of a Jamaican accent then I. And I had no idea where I was going. I just was moving forward.The five miles became ten and then twenty. The half hour rides turned into two or three hour weekend tours of my city. Each day I looked forward to mounting my bicycle, and letting two wheels take me through unexplored territory, both around me and inside of me too.I still missed the sex. If I have time one day I’ll write about that. It was spectacular, because it came from love and from passion. But as each day passed, I thought. I invited him to my bedroom and asked him to be comfortable. I closed all my doors and windows and returned to my bedroom. Then also he was not comfortable and I decided to sit near to him. But he asked me sit on his lap. I was wondered to hear that and I sat on his lap. I could feel his erect cock, he hugged me hard and said u r so sexy. He kissed in my face lips cheeks everywhere and he started licking my earlobes. I was really enjoying dat coz these things were actually new to my body. My. But what had my attention was the pearly white smile and lovely piercing blue eyes, hair hanging down her back but looking long from the way it moved. That and the tiny yellow bikini top matching her Mustang over her TIGHT jean shorts. I slowed my pace a little, taking in her lovely body behind my sunglasses. A nice trim waist below a healthy pair of tits and little lump of nipple, probably a decent C or small D with that bikini tucked under, containing but not necessarily covering. Or should.