"Hey, meester, you wanna fock my seester? She's a virgin!"From Matamoras to Tijuana, Mexican boys accost American tourists and servicemen, offering th...ir "virgin" sisters to "fock." The virginity is only a distant family memory, and sometimes the "sister" isn't really a sister, but the boy's mother, or maybe just a neighbor woman using the boy as her customer service representative.But the advertising spiel never changes, whether "Sis" is 12 or 42.I am one of those guys who takes considerable. "Don't worry about that. I can guarantee you that later tonight that dress will be ripped off of you and a lot more is going to happen," I promised. "Let's get going or we'll be late." We live in a small town, over an hour's drive North od a large metropolitan area. There is a large tract of land that is private property adjoining a State protected area, with an old country road cutting though the middle. Woods and wetlands line the road for about twenty miles. As we were driving to the party. Now again, she smiled, then reached and hugged me.Then, she stood, felt for the pin in her hair, it fell to cascade, long and black, around her shoulders, it was truly beautiful hair. It was the first time that I had seen it let free.I stood, and took her in my arms, again we kissed, this time with passion, but a little more controlled.My hands moved to touch her, caress her back, just down to her waste.I went back up, to her shoulders, then caressed her neck beneath the hair, one hand moving. ." She noticed the chair she was sitting in, sheepishly got out of it, rolled it aside, and pulled up a lounger. She lay down next to Susan and stretched out luxuriously. "Nothing I want to talk about. So!" She eyed her friend as she grabbed the sun-tan lotion. "You wanted to say something about Alan?" Oy! My favorite subject! My Alan! He is SO HOT!" HOW ... HOT ... IS HE?" Suzanne intoned, loud enough to be heard by those readers who are old enough to remember this particular Johnny Carson.