The red light district in Tijuana is along the northern end of Constitution Avenue as it leaves downtown (el Centro) and approaches the Zona Norte nea... the border. From what I gathered, prostitution was technically i*****l in Mexico, but it functioned openly in Tijuana in a sort of regulated “cocoon”. The cocoon was provided by the Tijuana police who were well paid “to look the other way” while, at the same time, maintained law and order so that the cash kept rolling into the. I naturally accepted without hesitation and arrived at her apartment at the arranged time. She greeted me at the door in a red blouse that was opened just enough to display a discreet amount of cleavage and a casual dress that fell just below her knees. Her legs were long and smooth, or at least, what I could see of them. I stole quick glimpses at her. I was impressed with her intelligence, humor, and good nature. Such qualitles I seldom found in any single woman. I only had to meet a woman. So hum logo ne room ki light off kar di mein uske pas jaker baith gaya aur usko apni taraf khich liya bhai kya ghazab ka maal tha maine jaise use pkda mere ander current daud gaya maine uske hontho ko chusna shuru kiya wo bhi bahut garam ho gayi wo mujhe response kar rahi thi maine turant uska top utar diya aur apne kapde utar diye ab meim sirf underwear me tha wo jeans me mein uske dhood pakad kar pine laga mwuaaaahhh muaaahhh muaaahhhh uski siskariya badh wo bhi aaahhhh aaahhhh ki awaz kar. We knew that he had a perfect close up of our outlined pussies, and we played to his enjoyment as we shifted positions, giving the material between our legs ample opportunity to shift over the folds of our lips and my extra large clit. Man, was I getting hot! There I was purposely showing a total stranger my vagina like he was giving me a pelvic exam, innocently making off that I was interested in the fit of the shoes. We got all the attention we wanted, and could see the man getting a real.