Again auntie could only groan. She was past words. ‘Oh auntie, you have been keeping this little beauty a secret from your Anita. It’s so beautifu... and so erotic. I should have guessed honey you had still more for me. But this is special.’I lowered my mouth again and this time teased my darling’s bud with my tongue, flicking along the edge, stimulating it to grow to its full extent. It was a vision loaded with eroticism for me. I was spellbound, intoxicated. This womanhood did more for me than. I stood up. I took her parka off her shoulders and hung it next to mine on pegs near the door. Our hats and handwear were piled up by the salt and soy sauce.“See anything you like?” I asked.“Lotsa stuff.” She frowned. “What do you like?”“Never been a big fan of curry, so ... everything else,” I said.“Oh, that doesn’t help narrow it down.” She shook her head. I smiled.“Trust me?”“With Alex’s life,” she said. That made me laugh harder than anything else. She smiled but seemed confused. I waved. Señora Maria knew that it was too late to do anything more that night. When I offered her and her daughter rooms for the night, a nice hot meal, and the use of my phone she accepted.Señora Maria called her husband Señor Carlos and explained everything to him. It seems that the girls had been at a traditional Mexican wedding that day and had gotten lost on the way back home. Then of course Señora Maria had driven off the road in the heavy rain. It had gotten dark as they were walking to my. First game was passing a ballon between each person in the line. Second was was place a potato in between your knees and run down to a bucket and drop it off. All great fun. But the last game was limboing. Know I knew what she meant by kissing the eggs out of her pussy. The bar started at waste night for me so everyone was getting under it. As it got lower the men fell out the game. Leaving about 15 left in. As it got lower this young blonde girl had hitch up her dress. Mrs C wasn’t the only.