They swam up to the bar and ordered drinks. Kimberly made Anne giggle and they seemed to get along. “You are a looker. Your husband told me a litt...e about your marriage. It must be hard.”“It is. I never thought I would be looking for ways to have sex. I thought I would get married and just be in love forever.”“You can love your husband and just be in love with somebody else. Have you ever been with a woman?”“No. But I have been thinking about it. I like how woman are more caring and. Unlacing a wide belt defining her shape above and below it, both having full and firm form, he removes the hold it has on her robe, and it opens to reveal soft skin darker than he expects, the color of wetted sand. Not the pale, almost fluorescent white of his women, an ideal of femininity. A powder often covers faces which have been tanned by the sun. And yet seeing her full breasts and buttocks defiantly holding their shape, and the amazing smoothness of her skin as he pulls on her waist to. Basically they bought beers ran by people of Mexican backgrounds and they often got away buying beer, without the guy at the counter ever asking them for further ID or proof of identification of age, or that they won’t sell to them because they were underage.They also never thought if whether the guy selling them the beer was legal or illegal resident.They drove until they saw a shop off the side of the highway road. It was already so dark and probably somewhere after 7PM in the. Shit, shit, shit. Why was I suddenly blushing and well, let’s be honest, wet between my legs? My brain wasn’t registering this conversation anymore. You could offer me a million dollars and I still wouldn’t be able to recall what was said. It must have somehow led to a double entendre though, because what caught my attention was one word. Say that again. Say what again? Oh, you mean you wanna hear me say “pussy”… That asshole, of course I wanted to hear him say that, mine was melting from the.