There was no one at the junkyard yet. His watch said it was just past six ... he had to think hard for a moment, to remember if he were in Pacific or ...Mountain time. Then he remembered which timezone it was, and then he remembered why he was at the junkyard. A second later, he grabbed the phone, driving the corner of the desk into his thigh painfully in his newfound haste."Habla," he panted.One minute later, he scribbled down a note. "Estéis seguro?" Receiving an answer in the affirmative, he. . I wouldn't be fucking my wife any more. That really gave me pause. This is where the rubber meets the road, I thought ... Do I REALLY want this, or do I only fantasize about wanting it? The next ten minutes were delicious but agonizing for me. I couldn't stop reading Les' words over and over and over again. I got completely aroused, and had to make another trip to the Men's Room to stroke my little cucky dicklet. I didn't cum, but I easily could have.When I returned to my desk, I wrote this. She was standing in the veranda near the door to the dining room. The door was 90% closed. I went near her. She was wearing a full skirt and blouse with hooks in the front. This is her usual dress. I was in a lungi with nothing inside as is my practice after dinner. She embraced me with hands under my hands and started kissing me.Kissing was soft in the beginning but became more and more vigourous. We explored each other’s mouth, with our tongues twisted. Her saliva was sweet to me. She was. When I was done with his feet, I dropped them down and laid my body on top of his legs. I laid my head sideways on his crotch and started to rub my hands up and down his legs. As I did this, I started to rub my face around on his cock. "MMMMM" he said. "Take your shirt off baby" I said. He sat up with my head still in his crotch and threw the shirt onto the floor. Then I pushed his torso back down to the bed. I ran my hands up his legs to his waistband and grabbed his belt. I slowly unbuckled.