Paco was ok with this. He was well experienced with the local prejudices. But it would have been nice to sit in the cool interior of the church while ...aiting for Dona Clara.Paco was rudely awakened by a white man shoving his shoulder. “Wake up, kid. I got sumthin fur you to do.”“Si Si senor, what can I do for you?” the white man was big. Twice as big as Paco. Unshaven and had a bad odor. Paco was brave, but this man was dangerous.“You give this to the lady. Understand? Give. This. To. The.. When it was over, I would pull up my panties as best I could and race to my room, where I would collapse face down tearfully on my bed. Now as humiliating as these circumstances were, there is something I have not mentioned that made it all even worse. The main door to our house opened directly into the living room, and the way my mom would set up the table and bench, my heinie would be directly facing the doorway, which was really only about 15 feet away. This meant that anybody who might come. You two don’t mind walking around horny all day do you.?” We replied, “Bring it on.” And with that he handed us two glasses containing red liquid. “Its called the Spanish Fly.” We both took a sip. I was expecting this crazy reaction but I felt nothing. We said thanks and continued to sip. Within 15 minutes I started to feel this uncontrollable rush of blood to my cock. I looked at my wife and could see she was all flush too. I looked at her crotch and her pussy lips were all. I hear sighs, murmurs, various noises. In front of my wife stands another man of who I can only see the top of the head. His hair is also familiar to me, but I can't identify it. What is he doing to her? I feel a huge fist blow in the chest, a shooting pain in the belly and at the same time I start to bend like a horse. I am there watching, perplexed, and full of pain and excitement. The man on her left moves, kneels behind her, takes her buttocks in both hands and buries his head and his.