And it was a long time, almost a day, since she'd last had sex. That had been with Paul who was never an especially satisfying partner."The grass is v...ry soft," she said, "and that patch over there is clear of debris." Indeed it is," said Vashti who took the hint and unhurriedly pulled off her clothes.There were now two naked women on the outermost level. One an android and the other peculiarly endowed. And this bonus attribute was already fully erect and visibly in need of release.There was no. I walked into the last cubicle, shut and bolted the door, took my trousers down and sat down to relieve myself. As my eyes became accustomed to the gloom, I could see the mass of graffiti on the door, the walls, everywhere.There were all sorts of lurid stories, phone numbers, invitations to meet, plus crude pictures roughly drawn in black marker, mainly men in fishnets with large genitals, one picture showed someone bent over in stockings, suspenders and boots, a dildo in their arse. As I read. Upon entering, sporadically placed fans provided some relief for her suffocating bosoms. The bar was to the left of her, to the right, a lounge area full of visiting gringos and straight ahead: the dance floor complete with gyrating bodies, sounds of groaning over the local Spanish music and hormones raging. The girls were barely covered, some straps being ripped off by their dancing partners, while the men began to strip as the temperature on the dance floor rose. Rosita entered the sex scene. She sat, drawing me naked between her legs. She would tenderly grasp my cock with one hand, spreading my pre-cum around it. With the other hand, she would apply some cream to my anus, insert a finger until it met resistance, and then slowly withdraw it, before re-inserting it. Each new insertion tried to dig deeper, linger, then rotate more and more. The finger would bend at the knuckle, seeking out, and then exploring, new territory.When she sensed that her finger had brought me to a degree of.