It was lisa wearing a small bikini bra and some short shorts with white sandal with red toes. i wanted her feet there and then. she walked into the ga...rden so i ran upstairs and got boxer. she looked at me and could see my hard cock bulging in my boxers and smiled.we have a little history i have given her a foot massage but she didnt want to take it further.as more people arrived i hid away and got dressed came down and noticed lisa going into the bathroom. i whispered Lisa you look nice today.. "Of course mate - let's go" I said as my cock squirmed and stiffened in my pants.In moments we were in the massage room with the door locked. Brett stood before me just looking at me and smiling. He moved a hand slowly to the waist band of his shorts. My eyes followed then locked on the tent that was growing rapidly just below his hand. I slowly stepped up to him and began to remove his tee-shirt. As I lifted it and slowly drew it up his torso, my body straightened and quite accidently my now. "Claire gave me a curious look before holding out her hand tentatively."You don't look like a Carlos," she said as our hands met. It was firm and soft, just like Jazz's."I'm not Hispanic at all. When I was born my parents' best friends were Mexican-Americans, the Rivas'. And they named me in honor of Carlos Rivas. I used to play with Johnny Rivas, and Carlos was his father."What would have happened if you had been a girl?" Claire asked. I thought I saw the beginnings of a smile forming on her. They said it would be cool and said that Lisa maybe there too. After they left I called Sheila and asked her if she wanted to go out for dinner, and she said yes, but Italian, she had a place in mind. I asked if it was OK if I picked her up, and she agreed and gave me her address. I went home and showered and when I pulled up in front of the address Sheila had given me I checked that I had wrote it down right because the place looked like an abandoned warehouse. I was looking at the memo I had.