"I envy you. My husband took off two years ago and left me almost broke. My son worked all through high school to help out. Last month, when he turned...18, he joined the Marines and I took this second job to see if I could catch up on some of my bills."The questionnaire was forgotten as I sat across from her, sipping coffee and looking into the brilliant blue eyes. I put my hands on hers and said, "Maybe this census thing was meant to bring you and I together."She didn't withdraw her hands but I. I want to be able to lift this up and be able to stick it right in. Got it?”She looked over her shoulder at me, her face scandalized, but when she saw the seriousness with which I met her eyes, her pique fell, and she nodded.“Okay, Owen,” she said.The panties fell around her ankles as I unzipped my pants and let my cock free. I spit on my hand and wetted the tip of my dick before probing around in her moist folds for her entrance, and pushing inside her.“Ughhhhmmmmm,” she grunted out, her. "Si, senora?" Sandra began panicking again. God she didn't speak the language! She struggled to find a word that the man would understand. "Uhh, uhh yo... would like... uno cold drink... por favor," God what was the word for cold. "Frio!" she suddenly blurted out, "uno frio drink!" The man looked puzzled for a moment then as enlightenment dawned he began pointing at the various bottles. Beer, whisky, cognac, rum, Fanta. "Yes. Yes. Uhh... Si, Fanta. Thank you." The barman smiled around the. Megan’s picture was not only still there, but a small sign beneath said "No copies available!". The photographer saw them and waived."Hello again!" he smiled as he spied Megan. Even in the dim light, he couldn't miss her bared nipples thrusting against her sheer dress! As I pointed to her picture, he explained that people were asking to buy copies, but he refused despite the obvious profits he could have made!Megan moved close to him and whispered in his ear. The guy blushed & then said.