She stepped up before me to unlock the door. My eyes fell down on her ass. God, it was just perfect. I wanted to touch it. I want to knead it and kiss...it. I wanted to do such wicked things to her. Flashes of kissing her, of licking her pussy, of licking cum out of her pussy, drifted through my mind. I shuddered, the heat burning through my cunt. My panties soaked up the juices flowing out of me.I was such a pervert.She opened the door and swept in. It grew cooler inside. Mom was running the. Lust or release?It's hard to say,With Magritte.5Golden girl,Embodiment of the sun,Daughter of the dawn,Standing between red curtains,Hand upon stone,Your pedestal is not stone,But an Amarillo rose,The sea behind youAnd the sky,The former blue,The latter gray.But you golden,Bright as the sun;Despite your statuesquePhysique and the blank gazeOf your eyeless countenance,You makeViewersInto voyeurs,And the sun rises and setsOutsideThe magic of your window.6Woman too bigFor the man in your life,Too. I sat at table next to the man I recognized as the driver and ordered a beer. After sipping on it for a few minutes I caught the driver’s eye, ‘Do you speak English?’ I asked. He responded, ‘A little, Senor …’. Without being asked I got up and went over to his table and sat down. I stuck out my hand and said, ‘Hey! I’m Bill … I gotta tell you, the travel agent really pulled a fast one on me! I was sold a bill of goods about ‘explore the real Mexico’ and I’m stuck here for a week! This is just. I had left the wardrobe door open, and inside was a full-length mirror. I wanted her to see herself being fucked up the arse by myself.“What do you see?” I asked. She replied with wordless, ecstatic burbling. I yanked her head even more, so I could once more talk in her ear. “Look in the mirror and tell me what you see.”“I see me,” she said, expelling the words with all the force she could muster. “I see you. I see you fucking me in the arse. I see that I’m your filthy little cum whore.”“Do you.