Someone lifted his fingerprints from a glass and sent it to the FBI for analysis. There was no record of him. He didn’t exist, no birth certificate,... no driver’s license, and no credit cards. He was a ghost. Newspapers called him a spirit. Followers called him the Son of God. ‘He was from a holy place,’ he said pointing within his chest when asked where he was from. Those who did not know him considered his answers evasive. Those who were not yet enchanted by him disbelieved that the Son of God. Her sweat would be sticking her shining ginger hair to her forehead as she gasps and sighs in an attempt to catch her breath. I smile and chuckle at how gorgeous her glow is and she gives a half-spent smile in return. She flops to the side of me and I teasingly duck between her legs and flick her pearl with the tip of my tongue. Her entire body shivers and quakes at every flick, I couldn’t help but laugh as she would try to protest. I continue my torture and I feel her body tense, she was. I had given myself over to the unseen entity known as “The Hands”, someone who knew how to control, to use a woman, to push her beyond. Hours it would last, many, many hours of defilement. My big tits were getting a work over, random slaps that broke the silence with loud thwacks, each one followed by an involuntary yelp from me. A series of rapid staccato slaps to one nipple and then the other was followed by a pensive pause before the sides of my breast mounds were spanked hard. No inch of. My mom was a little perturbed, but she couldn’t complain too much - especially when Alicia said Mom and Sylvia just had to join us.Three days later Alicia and I were laying out by her pool in new little bikinis. Since Rudy was away on business Alicia had time to kill with me. And it turns out Alicia knew all the best shops in Miami, and they all knew her. Alicia was a lot of fun and very affectionate like some Costa Ricans, and even with sales clerks she would sprinkle in Spanish terms of.