Can Cun
That day, I was lying in some hot green shade at Can Cun, absorbing another Cuba Libre every time I woke up. Maria and Carlos had left for Mexico City early that morning, and I needed time, sleep and liquids to recover. Spelling Carlos when he went limp, and ocasionally partnering him in her when she wanted two at once had taken it out of me. When I could make the effort to think, I was almost sorry for Carlos. I knew Maria would shake him awake when the plane landed, and then not let him collapse again into sleep when they got home until she had sucked him stiff enough to give her a good relaxing orgasm.
I drifted back to sleep. There were a couple of hours to go before the wave of new arrivals would spoil my rest.
That day, I was lying in some hot green shade at Can Cun, absorbing another Cuba Libre every time I woke up. Maria and Carlos had left for Mexico City early that morning, and I needed time, sleep and liquids to recover. Spelling Carlos when he went limp, and ocasionally partnering him in her when she wanted two at once had taken it out of me. When I could make the effort to think, I was almost sorry for Carlos. I knew Maria would shake him awake when the plane landed, and then not let him collapse again into sleep when they got home until she had sucked him stiff enough to give her a good relaxing orgasm.
I drifted back to sleep. There were a couple of hours to go before the wave of new arrivals would spoil my rest.