As I said, she was quite an exhibitionist.After dropping her things and modeling her trashy, sexy outfit for me, she would go through my porn videos t... select the evening's background noise--and she liked variety there as well. Her favorite theme was groupsex, even the occasional gangbang, but not the violent kind. More of the kind where the woman got to please as many men as they can find. She also liked public flashing videos, and every once in a while she would just crave seeing people. A band plays. Mounds of sweet smelling hay surround the dancers. Fritz dances with many beautiful young ladies. Many of them are wives or daughters of invited artists. Some are nieces or mistresses of artists. Some are artists themselves. They all know why they were invited. Fritz likes young women. He dances slow and close with each of them. He looks down their dresses at their cleavages. He drops his hands down from their waists to caress their buttocks. He breathes deeply of their personal. It was approaching the hottest part of the day, so I wasn't too surprised. I started thinking maybe a siesta wouldn't be a bad idea and headed towards a shady looking grove to lie down for a bit. As soon as I entered the shade, I noticed that there was someone there, squatting behind a tree. She had darker skin than the others I had met, and long braids tied back. An Indigena, probably of Mayan descent."Oh, I'm sorry," I exclaimed, embarrassed.She didn't move a muscle, she just fixed her gaze. Carl jumped in and told him that it was enough. Carl and I left with Steve huffing and puffing. I was balling my eyes out. Carl pulled over the car and hugged me. You can guess what happened. The stress, tension, anger and sadness. Carl and I started kissing. His hands were all over me. Carl pulled off my shirt and I knew what he wanted. I knew what he was thinking. Carl wanted to finally get his hands (and mouth) on my big shapely tits. I would catch him sneaking looks when he thought I wasn’t.