He slowly guided her down a winding staircase which felt like it took forever. It finally stopped and he announced that they had arrived at their dest...ination."Here we are, Madame," he said with a bit of an odd chuckle. "Enjoy yourself." Then she could hear him quickly retreating up the stone staircase.Oh, God, was she alone? She could hear the faint sounds of music coming from somewhere. Was that Chopin? Mozart? Fuck it was so familiar.It wasn't long though before Christine discovered that she. " There was some informal and implicit arrangement between Mexican tourist agencies and the immigration folks. Many Americans go to Cuba through Cancun and don't want their passports stamped. Since the end of the Cold War, I have resented intensely the fact that United States Citizens are prevented by our government from traveling to Cuba. A small group of rich, politically active Cubans in the U. S. is able to hold the rest of us hostage.So much for the political lecture.We found ourselves. Joanne followed.“Thanks, Becky. I’ve managed to pick up a few things too.” The smile spread wide across her face and she walked over to the older woman before hugging her once more.“So good to see you – thank you so much for agreeing to do this for me.” Joanne Wilson kissed Rebecca Mulligan on the lips.Rebecca smiled as she gently moved away, looking at the younger woman in her work uniform.“I’m a bit uneasy about it, but if you really want me to do it to him then I’ll try my best.” She smiled. I pulled his hot, naked body up on top of my own. Both of my hands encircled his gorgeous red-purple cock’s tremendous girth, and I eagerly began stuffing him deep into where I’d been wanting him all morning. To finally have him in me, mmm, that felt sssooooo good! At last! Wrapping my legs around his waist, I slipped my feet and ankles up onto his cute muscular butt, and I pushed him down slowly, easing him into my intense horniness. His thick, thick, very hard cock stretched my welcoming.