n surounding my hard cock. I looked down and my Gabiel was under the blankets giving me a fantastic blow-job. I tossed back the blankets and she looked up at me with a twinkle in those dark brown eyes. I smiled and told her, "Good girl Gabriel. Very good girl." as I stroked her silky black hair.

        I reached down and started fingering her pussy. She winced and pulled back and paused the blowjob to apologetically say, "Esto es una pequeña llaga." I looked at her confused, she tried to say it in english, "It is... uhm..." as she searched for the word, then asked, "Pain?" I replied, "Is that sweet little pussy sore?" She smiled and nodded. I laughed, "Well I guess I tore it up pretty good last night. How is your ass?" She shyly looked down and said, "Sore." I lifted her hips and moved her into a 69 postionas I told her, "Let me kiss it and make it better."

        I started licking her sweet pussy, not aggressively like last night, this time it was soft and tender, being careful not to hurt her sore pussy. She sighed and resumed her awesome blow-job. I slowly brought her to an oragasm, just a few moments before I blasted off in her mouth. I didn't warn her but she didn't seem to mind, I think she knew it was coming as she quickly adjusted and managed to swallow most of my come. What slipped out of the corners of her mouth, she wiped up with her fingers, and licked them clean.

        I got up and went to the bathroom to take a piss. Afterwards I started up the shower. I went back to the door, she was lying on her side, waiting for me. I asked, "You want to take a shower?" she nodded and in that sexy Latino accent she replied, "I will go after you." I shook my head and said, "I see you didn't understand me. I meant, get your ass in here and take a shower with me! I need you to wash my back!" She jumped to her feet and came into the bathroom with her head down. I saw her profile in the mirror, she was smiling. Cool.

        I adjusted the temperature then held open the shower curtain to allow her in. She stepped in and moved out of the way to allow me to join her. I put her under the water getting her hair wet. Then I moved her around so he back was to me and I started washing her hair. Her head rolled around lazily as I massged her head and long silky locks with the shampoo. I looked at her face and her eyes were closed, and she had a contented smile on her face. I moved her back under the showerhead, and rinsed her hair out, she smiled as she tilted her head back and let the warm water run through her hair. I couldn't resist, I gave her a kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she pressed that incredible body against mine.

        I then put conditioner in her hair and told her,"Let's leave that in for a minute." I then took some shower gel and began washing her back, She started to turn saying, "I thought I was to wash your back?" I replied. "I know, but first I have to show you the proper way to wash a back." as I turned her back around. I washed down her back paying special attention to her heart shaped ass, it was still a bit red from the beating I gave her yesterday, she seemed to swoon as I rubbed her ass soaping it up. It felt really nice, firm, athletic, I liked it. I got more gel and lathered my hands. I slipped my hands around that narrow waist and up to her breasts. I lathered and massaged those firm, but yeilding mounds. They felt really nice. She sighed, "Mi espalda?" I said, "I'm gonna have to learn espanol." She realized what she said and translated, "My back?" I told her, "As I said, this is the proper way to wash a back." She sighed and leaned back, snuggling back into me, and nodded, "Si, I learn this for you."

        I played a little more with the soft flesh of those perky round mounds. I could feel her nipples getting hard, and pinched them, making her sigh. I moved one hand down her lathered stomach, between her legs. I gently lathered her sore labia, being gentle, trying to make it feel better. She sighed, "I like you washing my back." as she squirmed her sexy soapy body against mine. My cock was getting harder as it sliped up and down between the globes of her ass. I let her breasts go for a moment. turned her head and lifted her chin. She looked up at me through half closed eyes, as I lowered my head down to her and kissed her. Her arm came up and held my head there as she stuck her tongue into my mouth. Out tongues were slithering around each other as I returned my hand to her breasts, massaging the firm flesh, and teasing her nipples. My hand lathering her pussy was going a little faster now, she was using her free hand to urge me on. I slipped my middle finger inside her, and she moaned into my mouth. I gently fucked her sore pussy with my middle finger, rolling her clit with the palm of my hand. She was pulling my head down, pressing her lips to mine, as she moaned into my mouth. It didn't take too long before she cried out into my mouth and collasped back into me. I had to abandon her breasts to hold her up. She went completely limp. Her arm fell away and she broke off the kiss.

        I turned her around and she limply put her arms around my neck and softly sighed "Thomas..." I hugged her and said, "Let me know when you're ready to wash my back." She looked up and me and smiled, "Oh si, your back. Now I know how it is done." She took a few moments to get her strength back before she turned me around and began soaping up my back. She didn't spend long before she started washing my ass. She was squeezing and caressing my ass. I heard something, it sounded like, "Mmmmm..." from her.

        After a few more moments of her caressing my ass, which I was enjoying, she moved her hands around and started rubbing my chest. She forgot soap so I squeezed some Old Spice Body Wash on my chest to help her out. She played with my nipples as she worked a good lather up on my chest. Then she allowed one hand to wander down to my dick, which was already hard. Her soft, soapy hand felt wonderful, as she slowly stroked the length of my cock. Her petite hand didn't reach all the way around so I adjusted her hand slightly for maximum stimulation. She was rubbing her soapy body against my back, and I was rubbing her right back. Those firm breasts felt so good rubbing against my back. I was getting really horney, starting to lose control and careing less and less about her sore pussy.

        I turned around and turned her around, bending her over. She was too stunned to respond, as I pressed my soapy erection against her sore pussy. She stammered, "Uh!" as I started to pushing my way into her. I felt her labia start to part, but as usual it didn't part far enough, probably why it's sore. She'd better get used to me, I was warming up to the idea of keeping this sweet Latino beauty around. She gasped, "Ugh!"as I forced my way into that tight little pussy. I got the head in about an inch, and she felt so good inside! It wasn't much but it was good enought to get a short stroke going and I did, slowly working  my way deeper and deeper into her tight depths. I lifted one of her gorgeous legs and hooked her knee in my elbow, giving me a better angle at her pussy. She just grunted as I worked the rest of my erection into her sweet love tunnel.

        Finally I felt my hips against her firm ass. I could feel muscle contractions as I paused. It felt like she was milking my cock. I slowly began stroking again savoring the satin feel of her vaginal walls squeezing tightly against my throbbing erection. I had to start pumping again, and hard. She shook her head as she cried out. "Aaahhhhh!" as I started hammering her again. Wow was this girl hot. Beautiful face, gorgeous legs, incredible body, really, really tight pussy. Yea, I'd be proud to call her my girlfreind. of course I'd probably need to learn spanish if we were going to have a chane of making it work.

        I don't know why I did this, probably some subconcious fear if commitment or something. I pulled my rock hard penis out of her pussy. I lifted her other leg and hooked it over my other elbow. With both feet up in the air, she braced her hands on the shower walls, we were in the corner. I rubbed my cock against her soapy ass, then push against her puckered anus. She cried, "Oh no!" I pushed harder and felt her anus loosen up. I rammed my cock into her, as she arched her back and cried out in pain, even thought I only got about two inches in her. I bounced her in my arms driving my dick deeper and deeper into her "back-door". This was even tighter than her pussy, add that to the list of reasons to keep her. A really, really, really tight ass! I managed to get my full length into her, it wasn't easy, but it was a labor of passion, and well worth it. As I stroked my cock in her ass she was whimpering and wailing, shaking her head. I just pounded her ass, thrusting my hips and bouncing her with my arms. It didn't take long before I blew wad after wad of my hot steamy come up her tight little asshole.

        She felt it and her head dropped as she let out a soft, "Ahhhhh!" I lifted her light frame up and pulled my softening cock out of that tight ass. Even limp and soft, that gripping asshole was still tight. She let out another audible sigh of relief as the head popped out. I let her down one leg at a time, she rested against the shower walls and I suddenly felt a little guilty. I ran my hands up her hips and asked, "Gabriel, are you okay?" She quickly turned with her head down, and wrapped her arms around me pressing her head to my chest as she sighed, "Oh Thomas, mi amor!" I hugged her back, just holding her tight. She seemed to melt onto my arms. A little guilty I asked, "Your pussy and ass still sore?" she replied, "Muy dolorido!" I knew "muy" meant "much" I assumed "dolorido" had something to do with "pain". I replied. "I'm sorry I got so..." She looked up and put her fingers to my lips. I stopped talking. Her eyes were full of tears as she softly told me, "No." The look in her eyes said so much, she didn't want an apology, and she didn't want me to feel guilty. She liked it, she liked the pain, she wanted the pain, she got off on the pain, she want to totally subit to me! Did I say I'd probably have to learn spanish? I was definatly going to www.rosettastone.com and ordering Latin American Spanish. Something like $500 for all the lessons, but this woman was definatly worth it!

        We rinsed off, then I turned off the water and she smiled at me and said, "You smell nice." I pulled her close and replied, "So do you." Again she just melted into my embrace. It felt really good to hold her, it felt like she belonged in my arms. I reluctantly released her and allowed her out of the shower before me. We dried off and went out to the bedroom. I started dressing and so did she. I watched her, as I dressed. She put on those tight black jeans, that ass looked so good in those jeans. She slipped on the bra, then reached for that black sweatshirt, I saw that it was more like a dark grey. I stopped her and said, "No." She looked at me and allowed me to take away the sweatshirt. I opened my bottom drawer and dug around. I still had a light green shirt that was a bit small, but I liked it. It was a tank top, with a tank turret printed on it, and it proclaimed "TANK TOP" in capital letters. I thought it was clever, so I kept it. Even though it was ribbed and would streach, it still wouldn't fit me. I tossed it to her, she slipped it on.

        GOOD LORD! That top hugged every curve of her incredible body. The round globes of her breast, her narrow waist and her flared hips. I sighed, "Wow, you look incredible." She was fretting over the lines her bra was putting in the top. I told her, "Don't give them a second thought, I'm not!" I tossed her a pair of short white socks. I went into my walk-in-closet to put on a shirt, and when I walked back out I saw a white bra laying on the sweatshirt I left on the chair. I looked over at Gabriel as she traced her fingers over the smooth lines of her breasts. She looked up at me and smiled. I walked over, swept her in my arms and excitedly proclaimed, "Gabriel, mi amor!" She hugged my tightly.

        I looked down, as she looked back up at me. The smile beaming on her pretty face, and the twinkle in those dark brown eyes told the story. Calling her "mi amor" or "my love" meant a lot to her. I told her, "I'm going to learn to speak spanish." A look of disappointment washed across her face, I quickly told her, "Don't worry, I know what 'mi amor' means..." Then added, "... my love." The smile quickly returned to her face. She looked so pretty when she smiled.

        Against her objections I insisted on cooking breakfast. Hash browns, and western omlets. She stopped abruptly about halfway through and asked, "Could I take the rest of this home with me?" I said, "Eat, we might skip lunch. You promised to show me which latches you can't open with a butter knife. I may need you to help me install them. We have a lot of work to do today." She seemed insitant, and I was finished so I insisted, "Finish that!" I went over and quickly prepared another omlet and said, "If you like them that much, all you had to do was ask." As I slid the omlet from the pan into a long, low tupperware container. and gave it too her. She gasped, "You no have to do that!" I shrugged and replied, "It was my pleasure, I like cooking. Take it, just microwave it tomorrow morning." She smiled at me, accepted the container, then quickly and happily finished her omlet.

        Before we left did anything else she insisted she help me put all the electronics back in my entertainment center, and got them all hooked back up and working correctly. Out of curiosity I asked, "Why did you try and take my TV last night. She blushed and shyly replied, "I've never seen one this big. I had no idea it was so heavy."

        Once we were done with that, I helped her into my Royal Blue Durango, with the Charcoal interior. She liked my vehicle. She asked, "Can I drop this off at home?" Refering to the omlet. I asked, "Where do you live." I hadn't driven more than 500 yards when she said, "Stop." I pulled over, and she got out and ran across the street and up to a house that would have had a clear shot of what I was moving into my house, when I moved. She had guts, breaking into my house when she only lived, across the street, half a dozen houses down.

        I waited about 15 minutes, I was about to blow the horn when the door opened. Holy crap! It was worth the wait!. Her hair was loosely tied back with a ribbon, and she'd changed out of the jeans into short, faded, black, demin skirt. She still had my clingy tank top on. She also appeared to have a little makeup on. I was right, she was fucking gorgeous in makeup! Holy shit, how did I get so lucky. I know she broke in to my house, but she didn't seem like hardened criminal to me. I hurred out and opened the door for my lovely lady, I told her, "You look gorgeous!" She smiled and looked down shyly. She was adorable! I had to help her step up and get in with that short skirt. Those legs were awesome!

        I went to my favorite home improvement store (Home Depot) and as she promised she found some window latches that looked to me like they be pretty hard to pick. It would take a good deal more than a butter knife to get in these! I also picked up extra deadbolts for all my doors. We headed back home and she was pretty handy. She helped me swap out the latch on the first window, and I asked, "You seem pretty good at this. Can you handle the rest?" She smiled and nodded. I said, "Good cause I still have more alarm components to install to finish my alarm system." I left her to the latches as I went and installed the audible horns, keypad, etc...

        We were often in the same room or within earshot. So to make conversation I asked, "So where are you from?" She replied, "Cuba." I asked, "So how'd you end up way up here, so close to Chicago?" She wasn't very willing to open up but with a few loving words of encouagement, she started to tell me her story....

        Her mother was in the world oldest profession, and since was a very beautiful women, she had the best clientel. Mostly high serving members of Castro's regime, and even Castro himself on occasion. Gabriel seemed a bit proud of that. She was also well compensated for her services. She did have two daughters, (she didn't know who her father was and wasn't sure if her mother knew) before she got her tubes tied. I was surprised to hear she had a sister, she never mentioned her before, but then again I just met her. Mom of course wanted better life than she had for her daughters, so she was trying to save up enough money to get them all to The United States, but Gabriel had ruined her plans. She had sex with one of her teachers, she loved him, and she thought he loved her. But he knew who her her mother was, so after he took her cherry, he paid her. She had a real hard time telling me that part. It broke her heart, and it broke her mothers heart as well. She packed the girls bags, and got together all the money she had saved including $440 in U.S. dollars. Four Hundreds and two twenties. She took then to a secluded beach one afternoon. There was a small boat and a small group of people, Her mother went to talk to a dirty smelly man, he was the boat's captain. They argued, she didn't have enough money. She had sex with him to pay the rest. Gabiel thought she was paying for all of them, but she was only paying for her and her sister. Before they left her mother told her to use the money to go to New York or Chicago, there would be less chance of getting caught and sent back. Gabriel and her sister didn't want to leave her mother behind but her mother insisted, and wouldn't take no for an answer.

        The boat left as the sun was going down, there were too many people crowed into the small boat, and it kept taking on water, A man with a small bucket was bailing it out most of the time. A couple of times they saw flashing red lights on the horizon, the man would turn the boat and race away as fast as the boat would go. Soon they started seeing many white lights on the horizon. As they drew closer they looked beautiful, this was America! There excitement was soon dampened as he forced everybody out a long way from shore. The water was up to her sisters chest, as he urged his former passengers to hurry towards shore, and hide, before they get caught.

        Gabriel and her sister had never been more afraid in their whole life as they waded towards shore. They ran up the beach stumbling in the sand as they ran. Running as if they were running for their lives. They came out on a boardwalk. Almost no people, were around, but there were plenty of cars, and lights everywhere. She needed to find a place for her and her sister to hide and take a rest. Everything they owned was soaked. She found a fairly quiet alley for them to rest in. She found a pizza box with a couple of slices, and some crusts, still in it in one of the dumpsters they were hiding behind. It was their first meal in the United States. It tasted like heaven to them. They managed to open an outdoor faucet enough to get clean water to drink. They stayed behind those dumpters, surviving by eating dicarded food for two days, then they changed into cleaner clothes and went out in the evening, to try and find a way to get to New York or Chicago. Gabriel had already decided they would go to Chicago. New York scared her, and she heard Chicago meant Wild Onions in one of our Native American languages. She thought that sounded freindlier to her.

        The wandered for a few block then met a cab-driver who was himself from Cuba. He warned them to beware there were some bad Cubans who would take them and sell them into prostitution. She told him they needed to get to Chicago, he asked if they had family there, she lied and told him yes. He took them to a train station, and she'd given him $300 dollars of her money, he said it would be enough, but she saw him take additional money from his own wallet when he paid. He gave them tickets and explained that they would first go to Washington D.C., the captital of their new home, then from there they would get on the train that would take them to their family in Chicago. He introduced then to another Cuban man who had a restaraunt in the train station, he gave them hot food to eat and Cokes, she liked Cokes and think they taste better in America. He also gave them a bag with some food to bring along for their journey. She tried to pay him but he said he was welcoming them to their new country.

        She had another emotional outburst as she confessed the man on the train that punched their ticket had waited for her sister to fall asleep, then told her they looked too young to be traveling alone and would be put off the train unless she did what ever he told her. He took her to a bathroom and forced her to give him a blowjob.

        Once she got over that, she said the train station in Washington was confusing but a nice woman in a uniform helped them find the right train, and they got to Chicago. When they left the train station she found Chicago was a big scarey city just like she imgined New York would be. She went back in and got on another train. She paid the man on the train to go as far as the train would take them and that's how they ended up here.

        She said she found a family that was renting a room for $100 dollars a month, but the month and her money was running out. That's why she broke into my house, she saw all the stuff I had when I moved in and figured I must hve a lot of money, and could buy new stuff. She needed the money desperately. She had learned how to open windows as a child. Lets just say, one of her childhood freinds was of questionable character.

        By the time she finished her story, I finished installing and testing the remaining components of my alarm system. She had all the latches installed and was working on the deadbolt in the front door. I helped her out and we finished the back door by 5:00. I insisted on cooking again and she insisted on cleaning up. I was making salmon fillets with garlic, pepper and lemon seasoning. I made an extra serving for her sister. I wasn't stupid, I knew who that extra omlet this morning was for.

        We talked well into the evening, I told her a bit about my childhood, she told me more about hers. She thanked me for the extra meal, I re-heated it before she got ready to go. I told her to wait a minute and ran up to my room and got two $50's from my lock box. I came back down and handed them to her. She looked at me with anguish in her eyes. I didn't get it at first, then she did something I definately didn't understand. She slapped me hard across the face and cried, "No quiero su dinero, usted bastardo." I remembered her story and figured out why I was back to being a bastard. I took her by the shoulders and said, "No, no mi amor." She looked confused, I explained, "This isn't for what we did last night and this morning." She looked up at me hopefully. I explained, "There is no way I could put a price on what we shared together. That was special, so very special." she brightened up a bit and asked, "Then what...?" I handed her the money and said, "You helped me today, for about six hours. You put new latches on all my windows and helped me put additional locks on the doors." She replied, "But I wanted to." I told her "Look if I'd paid a contractor to help me today, I'd probably be paying more than five times this much. Please, let me pay you for the work you did for me today." She smiled and, "Gracias." as she took the money.

        She looked up at me with a guilty look on her face asked, "Are you going to punish me for striking you?" I wasn't planning on it, it was just a simple misunderstanding, but I could see something in her eyes. I wasn't positive, but I think she wanted me to punish her. Why else would she bring it up? To test my theory, I innocently mused, "Hmmmm, I probably should..." Her face visibly brightened, I was right! I continued, "I wonder how I should punish you?" She practically gushed, "Usted podría zurrarme." I smiled and asked, "In English?" She blushed and started, "You could... uhm... ah..." she paused searching for the word the just looked up at me pleading, "Zurrarme?" I shook my head and told her, "I don't understand Zurrarme." She paused looked almost frantic for a moment then she brightened up, turned sideways and slapped her skirt covered ass. I smiled and said, "Oh zurrarme! That I understand." I took her by the arm and said, "Time to give my bad little girl a SPANKING for striking me." She came willingly.

        I sat down on the sofa, she was looking down and trying to look sorry and freightened, but I saw a brief smile slightly curl her lips for just a flash. I pulled her down across my lap, oooh she had a nice ass! I gave it a good whack with my hand, she gasped, but that was it. I sighed, and felt her tight ass, and said, "Hmmm, I think this demin is too thick." I started tugging that demin skirt up over her round hips. I got a flash of beaver between her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties! I was rock hard in an instant. It's a good thing I didn't know that earlier or I'd have spent the entire day fucking her. I wouldn't have gotten a thing done. I caressed her ass, it was still slightly pink from the beating I gave her yesterday. I gave her a firm slap. She yelped and I smiled, "That's better." And whacked her again, and she let out a, "Oooo!" The third smack she yelped again. That high pitched yelp was sexy as hell!

        I gave her about 10 good whacks, and was curious so I took a peek at her pussy. She was soaked. I grabbed her thigh and lifted her higher on my lap and spread her legs a bit. I gave her another 10 solid smacks, her yelps were starting to sound a bit strained, but they were still sexy. I decided to give her a slightly different sensation. I turned my hand sideways, and gave her pussy a hard slap. *SPLAT* The sound it made was definately moist. She gasped and stopped breathing as her entire body tensed up. I gave her pussy a second sloppy splat. You could actually see her getting wetter as she let out a couple of "Uh... Uh... Uhhhh!" She relaxed as I licked my fingers, like I'd just eaten a bucket of KFC.

        I looked down and saw a drop of come running down her thigh. Couldn't have that now could I? I lifted her leg as I bent down and licked her thigh. The smell, the taste, how could I resist that? I set her on the ground on her hands and knees and buried my nose in her ass as I devoured her pussy, with my lips and tongue. I licked her like a puppy dog, trying to get as much of her sweet nectar as possible. When I'd licked her dry, I plunged my tongue as far as I could into her sweet love canal to get some more. I felt her moving around, at first I thought she was just squirming aound in pleasure, but there was more. I looked up and shouted "Stop!" She looked at me a bit worried, I asked, "What are you doing?" She replied, "I was trying to turn around, so I could do you too." I asked her, "Did I tell you do that?" She looked down and replied, "No." I told her, "I'm punishing you, you do what your told when I tell you to do it!" She replied, "Si senor." I told her, "Get back in position!" She immediatly complied.

        I paused then unhooked and unzipped her skirt, pulling it down. I told her, "Help me get this off." She lifted her knees to help me get the skirt off. I pulled her up and pulled my tight, tank top off over her head, then pushed her back down on all fours. I stood up and stripped down. She looked so sexy, naked on her hands and knees, on the livingroom carpet. I noticed her pussy was rapidly getting wet again. I got down on my knees behind her, and started rubbing my cock against her moist vagina. She sighed, and I could feel her trembling. I told her, "Come on now, beg for it." She gasped, "Por favor, fuck me with your grande pene!" I laughed, "Close enough." and started to push my rock hard erection into her tight little pussy. Her labia started to part, to allow me in, she felt hot inside. I pushed harder and she groaned, "Ugh!" It was amazing watching that tight little pussy streach to accommodate my size, as I forced it into her. I gripped her hips and pushed as hard as I could she screamed and her knees came out from under her, as she lunged forward to escape my vicious thrust. I lost my balance and fell on her back impaling her with my cock. She screamed again.

        Now we were on the floor, her on her stomach, me on her back, my cock deep on her tight, hot pussy. I pushed her hair aside so I could kiss her neck, that made her moan softly. Her hot, spanked ass was pressed against my hips. I started pumping into her she adjusted her hips to give me a better angle. She was so wet my dick would make a sloppy, sucking sound as I pulled back. Getting it rough, obviously made her HOT, as she came with a loud moan, and more moisture down below. I was no where near ready to come so I continued to hammer into her glorious love tunnel until she had another orgasm. Now I was almost there as well.

        I didn't want to get her pregnant, so I pulled out, spread her cheeks and pushed against her anus. She cried, "Oh Dios, NO!" I replied, "Oh yes, and don't call me Dios!" I pushed hard and felt the head of my penis pop into her ass. She screamed in pain! She was still laying on her stomach and I was on her back, so I just put all my weight behind it and drove my steel rod into that tight asshole. It took some serious fucking, but I got my full length in, and she orgasmed. Her anus clamped down on my cock, I couldn't move it now even if I tried. I held off, savoring the delicious pain of her squeezing the base of my cock like she was going to squeeze it right off. As her orgasm passed I resumed a slow stroking, and it took about 15 seconds before I blew wad after wad of hot come deep into the depths of her ass.

        I laid there on her back, traying to catch my breath as I gently kissed the back of her neck. She softly sighed, "Thomas, mi amor." I replied, "Gabriel, my love." She seemed to melt into a soft contentment. She softly gasped as I tried to gently pull my soft limp cock from her ass. It was still so tight. I rolled her over laid on top of her and kissed her passionatly. She kissed me back, for a long time. As we hugged each other she finally sighed, "I have to go." I got up off her and we got dressed.

        She picked up the tupperware container and I said, "That must be cold again, I can warm it up." She shook her head, "No." and made a motion like her sister was going to eat with her hands. I said, "Wait a minute!" I took the tupperware back to the kitchen and popped it into the microwave for two minutes. While it was heating I wrapped a fork, spoon, and knife in a paper towel, then put in in a small bag with the dinner, and I bottle of Vitamin Water. I gave it back to Gabriel started to wonder when I was going to see this wondeful woman again.

        I was deparate, so before she left I said, "Look, I hate cleaning, especially my stove. I love cooking, it's just the cleaning up aftewards I don't like. There's also vacuuming, dusting and laundry that I can't stand. It's not that much, but I could use a cleaning girl. Say twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays, I could pay $50 a week, that's $200 a month. You know anybody who might be interested?" She smiled and nodded. I asked, "See you Tuesday?" she nodded and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I took her in my arms and said, "You aren't getting out of here before I get a proper good night kiss." She melted into my arms again and briefly rested her head on my chest. Then I gave her a sweet and tender kiss, and softly said, "Until I see you again, mi amor." She smiled and said, "On Tuesday, mi amor." I watched her walk down the street until he got to where she was staying. Even the way she walked was sexy! She waved at me and I waved back before she went into the house she was staying at.

 

 Thank you all so much for all the postitve feedback, as long as you keep encouaging me I'll keep the chapters coming. As to how old Gabiel is, that's a surprise, you'll kind out soon. after he meets Mariel, and you find out how old she is.