" It's the same with me; thousands of times with thousands of girls and women." That made Mom smile. "Oh my," Mom responded. "Thousands?" Thousands..." I affirmed. "One of them is Rena. Another one is you." I caressed her thigh and Mom gasped. She covered my wandering hand with her own, but didn't push mine away."That's not possible. Rena is your sister." And you are my mother," I responded. Our faces were so close together I could feel the puffs of breath on my face as she spoke."But. Mexico didn't have a corner on the market for whores — there were plenty of them in our country, too. But the Mexican border-town whores were a sad lot. You knew they were going to be there, selling their ass cheap, for as many years as someone would be willing to buy it — at ever-decreasing prices. What you got for $20 this year would be worth, maybe, $10 a couple of years down the road.It might have felt good, getting off with that young brown girl under you, but it didn't take long,. "You're wet. Only a whore would be this wet." Monica licked her lips and sucked the slick finger into her mouth. Tasting herself only made her wetter.He pushed her legs apart and drew her to the edge of the counter. She felt the rough tongue again, now exploring her pussy, now rubbing her clit, now slipping between her lips and tasting her from within. Monica leaned back to give him better access. She rested against the counter and the wall and allowed herself to be proven a whore. Only a whore. I then asked her if she liked my cock and she said she had only seen two and mine was alot bigger. She told me that she had had sex with these two other school friends and would really like to feel mine inside her.With that I removed her bikini top and shorts. Her body was slim and her breasts small but inproportion to her young body. Kissing her on the lips. then her neck and moving down to her hard nipples and gently nibbling and licking them.Cindy was now breathing heavy and knew she would.