At this, my hand moved more quickly and I felt the orgasm beginning to build up. Julie slipped a hand inside her bra and pulled one tit out.That did i...t! My whole body seemed to go into convulsions as the sensations pulsed though my cock and balls. Then spurts of thick spunk gushed out of me. Julie leant forward to watch closely.“My word. That needed to come out! I have never seen so much cum.”That made me feel proud but I was too exhausted to move and my prick began to lay down in. I never moved as I continued imagining the naughty things we could enjoy and she began to shudder. Her breathing came faster and heavier. Suddenly she threw her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine, shoving her tongue deep into my welcoming mouth.I held her as she devoured me as readily as I had imagined the same. The exploring became real, the feel of skin and other things just as wonderful. I was as drawn to her as she was to me and the shirt and vest I had put back on but never. After a few days of the basics, we adopted a system of informal story-telling, wherein I would relate a lengthy "story" in English -- often a more-or-less true, if not-necessarily-exciting, incident from my past. Then Margarita was obliged to repeat the story back to me, in whatever mixture of English and Spanish she could manage. The Spanish sometimes proved necessary in order to communicate the fact that she had actually understood what I had just told her.As the days went by, she was more. ...To say I was all over the place for the rest of the week was an understatement.The first crisis was choosing a restaurant, did she like Indian food, Chinese, Italian or come to think about it was she a vegetarian or vegan. I eventually settled for Italian, everybody likes Italian food right plus there were plenty of alternatives on the menu should she turn out to be a vegetarian. It was the safe option the only danger was garlic, but it was only a meal, it was not like anything else was.