So, there was a curious sort of camaraderie between us and some of these other couples; which was nice!Later, when I made my way back to our room, I p...aused for a few seconds to listen before going in. I could hear voices. Marta and Omar's, and though language was somewhat of a barrier, the universal language of sex seemed to suffer no mistranslation! In fact, as I stood there, I could distinctly hear Marta's voice, and it was obvious that she was enjoying herself with Omar very well! I managed. Your bladder control doesn’t bother me. As a matter of fact, it turns me on that you can’t always control it.”“Really?” I asked as my brows furrowed.“You couldn’t tell?”I sighed. “Look, Jennifer. I’m just going to put it all out there. I have special sheets because I wet the bed almost every night. If I’m sleeping heavily, I don’t wake up. If I’m out in public, I have to wear protection or dehydrate myself so that I don’t have an accident. It’s crippling sometimes.” My dick softened and slipped. I told her that I wanted to make her ‘lesson’ a part of a love experience, and she agreed. So with some gentle kissing, and discreet towel removing, we are naked on the bed. I then submitted her to very rigorous foreplay, and at the end, opened her beautiful legs wide, and gave to her as expert a cunni as possible. Like the rest of her, her vagina was smallish and lips delicate and symmetrical. Her clitoris was quite hidden, but with the correct stimulation, I felt a hard knob beneath its. You pull my tiny panties to one side and gently rub my pussy with a wet finger, I squirm against your hand, your finger slides all the way in, Ummff!, my clit twitches. soaking my lace panties.I moan as you begin to move your finger rhythmically over my p-spot, waves of pleasure crashing through my body, rivers of precum flowing from my clit.You pull your finger out of my spasming pussy, push between my legs, cup my tiny, soaking clit and balls in your hand, squeeze. Ohhhh!You lift me up,.