As I am seat next to you, we chat about many things when you feel my hand sliding up your thigh,” what are you doing?” you ask softly, “making s...ure you are knickerless” I reply, you oblige by parting your legs a little so I can just about stroke your inner thigh and pussy lips, I smile as you wince and let out a soft moan as I make contact.We near the end of our meal and I bring out my phone and tap out a message, a short while after, your phone beeps with a message..‘Take your coat and bag to. They are talking and she has had so much to drink, her speech is slurred. I hear say something about watching porn and her being amazed by big cocks and I can’t make out what she says, but in the next moment he unzips his pants and pulls out that huge piece of meat of his. Her eyes are like wide open with amazement as he walks toward her. I’m thinking she is going to just look at it and then ask him to put it away before I get there, but instead she leans over and I can’t believe it but takes. Another guy had his ass hanging out and was leaning over waiting for any and all comers. That proved to be one of the differences in this trip—there seemed to be a lot more fucking and not just hand and blow jobs. This guy I later got to fondle. He was built like a quarterback, strong legs and muscular and handsome. Not the bottom you ever expect. The black guy put on a condom and I was wondering how the bottom was ever going to get the wide base into him. I couldn’t hear all the conversation. ." My Carlita..." Oh, she's YOUR Carlita now?" Yes, I can say that. We've decided to get married, since she's eighteen, you know..." I saw the passport. Can you even DO that?" We're sure going to find out. Either we do it here or I have to buy tickets to Guatemala, but we ARE getting married." I glanced at Carlita. Happy. And smug. And very, very naked."She explained all about herself, Dave. And you. She talked about you. And practically FORCED me to show her where to get condoms. I'm assuming.