Ramiro introduced her as the lovely Senora he had told them about.Some Mexican music was started and Ramiro suggested she dance. The second Marguerita...hit bottom and she started to loosen up so figured out how to do a strip tease to the unfamiliar melodies. As each piece of clothing, and there weren’t many, came off, the men cheered. She could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting wet. This was hot!The men spoke little English so Ramiro translated that she would entertain them in the. Without the distraction of that cooking I don’t know how I would have survived the evening. It was nearly impossible to behave ‘normally’ in the same room as Jake. I’m not even sure I knew what ‘normal’ meant anymore and was relieved when Dad took him out to the nearby shop to choose wine for the meal as the bottle we had brought with us had mysteriously become empty. I blushed when Mum commented on how much the two of us must have drunk the night before and jokingly asked what we had been up. Her shapely legs ran up to her firm rounded bottom, which tapered into a small waist that I guessed couldn’t have been more that 22inches. The flat of her stomach gave way to the gentle rise of her breasts, not too small not too big. ‘A perfect mouthful,’ I thought to myself. I moved my gaze upward to her face, that milky white skin, those luscious lips, those piercing blue eyes and the mass of blond hair that came down to her waist. Gulping down my desire to kiss her right there, I smiled. Don’t worry. I am not going to wear mine.”“Really?” Missy looked at me with a very peculiar look.“Yes, really. You and Brantley were out there the other night without anything on.”“Yes, but that was at night. It’s daylight now.”“So! Nobody is going to see us. Trust me.”Missy finally started to remove her clothes. I watched her take each item off because, well, because I wanted. Missy was so pretty. Every inch of her. There was no fat on her body at all. All slender and curvy. It was her breasts.