We stopped at a local diner for lunch and after that, sat at the tiny park, watching families and kids playing. Nichole talked about her upbringing wh...ch sounded pretty rough. Actually, it was amazing she wasn’t even more screwed up than she already was. It was getting pretty late. Noah was on the sofa and I was leaning on him, holding his arms around me when Nichole, at the opposite end of the sofa, asked. “So, Emma, can I ask you a question?” “Of course.” I said.“It’s none of my business and. It was probably his mother’s influence. She was a strict catholic and went to church every day. By the time John was ten, his father had given up on her, and filed for divorce. She really didn’t seem to care and didn’t fight it. As John was going through puberty, he was fucking every girl he could get his hands on, one of them was a neighbor girl as young as eight. When he finally got a thirteen-year-old catholic girl pregnant, his mother sent him off to live with her brother. The little girl. "Margarita laughed. "I am not much like a wetback," she said."What?" Isn't that what we are called? The Mexicans who come across the river, sneaking into the United States? The wetback?" Yes, that's what they are sometimes called." But I come across the border sleeping in an air-conditioned truck, with its own big bed! And I have dinner with an American family that evening, here, in the United States. And now, in the morning, Americans are going to take me shopping." Yes," I said, smiling. "I. I was so squishy it felt like I had peed in my pants.Frank sighed as he smelled my pussy and then he kissed it.The feeling was new to me, but oh, so wonderful. I knew I was hooked.He began licking the the crotch of my wet panties up and down, and then from side to side.I bucked my pussy against his face put my hands at the back of his head, pulling his face into my sex.His tongue made slurping noices as he sucked me. It was heavenly and I exploded in an orgasm.But Frank kept licking until I.