As I walked into the kitchen with my hands were full, Katia walked up and grabbed my crotch and said, "Let me guess your weight." I looked at her and ...said, "I noticed a lot of Cuban women shake hands like that, I assume it's just one of those Latin things right?" "You don't have a problem with that do you? "She asked."No it works out fine for me I don't have to take my hands out of my pocket, set my drink down and there is no doubt as to whether or not I'm happy to see you," I replied.She and. Tomas?"I saw them both consider, then nod. We sat quietly for a moment, but I knew it wouldn't last. All joking aside, they still had no reason to trust me. I hit upon an inspiration, and started unlacing my boots. I did have a few things I could use to back up my story, after all. I passed one to a confused looking Du ... Tomas, and the other to Theron. They both looked down, surprised, but I saw Tomas' face immediately go blank, a mask to cover what he was thinking. Theron still looked. The little one was sleeping. I told her that I want to have sex for one last time with her.She was furious and said no.I didn’t listen to her and said only once.Last time.This went on for 1 hour and finally, I managed to convince her.We both went to the bedroom and I was kissing her and squeezing her boobs.She was silent.Little aroused.Removed her dress and bra.I was licking her and sucking her boobs.She was totally aroused. I moved down, started licking her pussy.She was not interested to lick. I remember them. Dirty and raggedy, as always, but a few years older. The little one, Janice I think her name is, is happily singing to her cheap plastic dolly as she rocks it in her arms. Peter and Robert, the twins, are shooting at each other with plastic guns, making the noises with their pouched out cheeks and saliva dripping lips. Frank is there, the older brother. A teenager now judging by the scowl on his face, made to watch his siblings he sits on the wall, a dog-eared fag hanging from.