Il a dû y avoir d'un !

8:40 P.M.

Mon Dick est dans ma main gauche… que ma main droite tâte par le coffret de médecine pour un certain genre de lubrifiant… Je m'accroupis au-dessus de la toilette, mon esprit essayant de juger une imagination assez longue pour frotter un dehors. Mais juste en dehors de la porte il y a sept voix espagnoles différentes me rappelant continuellement que mon temps dans la salle de bains est limité. Je flotte différentes images par mon esprit… d'abord, un des cousins de ma amie… Anna et ses grands titties faux… puis Sofia et son attitude rebelle de garçon manqué… mais le bruit est trop distraction juste.

8:44

J'ai finalement aller d'élan. Je commence à dérouler un certain papier de toilette pour finir dans… Le « policier, c' d'autres de lundi doit employer la salle de bains » ma amie cris dedans

… tout est baisé. Mon Dick va mou.

J'abandonne.

9:05

Ma fille me donne un picotin sur mes lèvres. The most action I’ve gotten all week in this chastity ward of an apartment. That’s what happens when you cram 9 people into a three bedroom apartment. Privacy is nonexistent.

I pull her close and grind my hard-on into her. She rolls her eyes and tells me no. I finish putting on my shirt. She tells me not to be so grumpy and that I better have a good time tonight. I beg one last time… “A goodbye blow job…please?”

9:25

I’m in the backseat of Sofia’s car and I’m trying to calculate just how old she is. Sofia could be 25 or 40 and I wouldn’t be surprised. And normally I wouldn’t have cared much. But I’m thinking now… the older she is… the more likely she’d be up for doing something if something should happen to come up…

9:44

We get into the bar… it’s themed like a typical Colombian town… Each room a different theme. The waiters are walking around dressed like typical town people… there is a priest, a nun, a farmer, a banker… a cowboy. .. and the town bum…

9:45

I walk through smiling… making sure they notice… And they always notice. Because in a brown eyed world… the blue eyed man is king.

The room we wind up in is themed like a cathedral, and a slight bit creepy.

9:46

I follow the cousins to a table filled with about eight or nine Colombians. I am doing the obligatory kiss on the check to bunch of chubby Spaniards… the loud alpha male of the group introduces himself in English. His name is Jim. I am happy that there will be at least one person I can communicate with here tonight.

9:51

Shot number one goes down smoothly. In fact, I smell the glass to make sure it wasn’t water. Sofia notices my curiosity and says “Aguardiente, you like?” I smile. There are three bottles of the stuff on the table. I try pouring Sofia a shot. She shakes her finger no. “I no like” she says in broken English. “I no care” I say and fill the shot glass. She shakes her finger no again. I lift the glass and down the shot myself.

10:00

Jim calls me over to him. He hands me a shot. We knock glasses and shoot them. He puts his arm around me. “You like the Colombian girls?” he asks. “Si” I say. “Muy Bien! Mucho gusto!”

He asks me why my girlfriend didn’t come. I explain that she had a wedding rehearsal … and has to get up early tomorrow for the wedding. “So you can have some fun tonight!” he says.

10:02

Jim calls over an old fattie. I assume he is trying to hook me up with her… I give him the thumbs down.

Jim introduces me to the fattie… his wife.

I’m a little embarrassed by my blunder, but nothing another shot of Aguardiente won’t cure. I pour the three of us shots and we gulp them down.

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