That day I went alone and saw her. She was looking at me smiling and I turned away from her. She came to me and said she wanted me to come to her hous.... I was surprised and also very happy. I went to her home on a Saturday and she wore only a bra and a panty. She noticed that I was surprised and said she only wore those dress when she was home. I sat inside and she made me a cup of coffee. She went to take a swim and I began looking at her big house in which she was alone. I searched her draw. "It's happened so little, you'd think it would be easier to remember!," she thought, watching the water and sweat mix on their bare torsos. Honestly, the day ended a bit too quickly for her from that point. It was all just gratuitous ogling and sexual fantasy, but she enjoyed the fantasies. After all, they were hers alone and they weren't hurting anybody. However, there was only so much to be done and at some point the work had to be finished.She pulled the tractor into the barn and hopped. Alan didnt hesitate to pull aside the crotch of her panties and slide a finger deep into her twat. She moaned softly as he explored her depths. His fingers rubbed her clitoris as he plunged his finger in and out of her. She was so tight. Her muscles just seemed to suck his finger in deeper. When he found a very sensitive spot inside her, she threw her head back and began grinding against his hand. He rubbed the spot faster and faster. Finally, she came, sweating and breathing heavily. Brianna. He introduced himself as Miguel. He was very friendly and suggested that we go to his uncle’s bar which was right down the street. He insisted that we would be his guest and his uncle would treat us right. Since we didn’t know anything about Tijuana except that there were places you did not want to go, this sounded as good as anything we might find. He had us follow him up a long stairway. We climbed at least three stories but it was hard to tell because the stairs kept turning in different.