When she finished her bath, i got inside the bath room and made her dry with my wife’s red bath towel. I massaged her boobs and it was surprising me...to see that her nipples were real hard even after the bath. I couldn’t control myself when i just finished mopping her crouch area, i sat down and i asked her to turn around and bent forward. Now the perfect half spheres are facing me. I took a deep breath facing her deflowered reddish ass and the smell was tempting enough for me to deep lick her. I visited Nogales Senora across on the Mexican side on and off during my c***dhood and teen years. As a young adult, I was fearless and sometimes went across alone to visit the strip clubs, get a cheap lunch, or look for bargains at local markets. I flirted with as many local girls in Senora as a young guy could get away with. One particular afternoon changed my life forever though. While walking down a back sidewalk past bars and hookers trying to get me inside, I heard a voice from an alley. He just laughed at her, and kept moving his fingers. In and out, first one, then two, then three. Each time she was getting wetter, and hotter, and more aroused, as his fingers slipped out and traced their way up her crack. As the wetness reached her asshole, she twitched yet again... SMACK!"Ha! Got you to move. I thought for a minute you'd conquered the urge to move..." he said. All the while his fingers were wandering, dipping into her dripping pussy, drifting over her cheeks, sliding between. Whoever had lubricated her anticipated me, for the lubricant was delightfully lemon-flavored. Somewhere in the room, I was aware of Lois moving around.Shelley and I pulled our mouths apart, if only to get a deep breath. Remembering Lois’ comment about the traditional positions, which I assumed to be missionary with woman face down, or doggie, I slid Shelley hips to the edge of the bed. Again anticipating, Lois was at my side, holding a bowl of warmed lubricant. I started to reach for it, but.