She is juicy and succulent as she holds my head with something akin to thanks.“Turn over,” I command, with hand gestures to reinforce the point. S...e is more than willing and I know she is not afraid of anything. If I wanted to fuck her up the ass she would let me. As it is, I don't want to do that, but I have looked up on my phone's translator what I want to do.“Quiero lamer tu culo,” I say and she sticks her tushy out invitingly. I hurl my face at her rump and shove my tongue as far into her. "Three days late there was another phone call, I answered and it turned out they were couple number four, Carol and Larry. It was Carol on the line and we talked for twenty minutes about how difficult it was to tell anything about someone through ads, letters or phone calls; we talked about sexual freedom and new morality etc.Later I told my wife about, "You know, I like her, she seems to be bright and she has a sense of humor. Of course, she'll probably turn out to be a pig but I have a. She looked AMAZING in a black tube top and tight leather pants and she was also slightly intoxicated, but not flat-out drunk. We started dancing and she turned and slid her ass back against my pelvis as I had my hands on her hips. I could feel myself getting aroused as I turned her back around and pressed her firmly to my chest and I could feel her breasts heaving against me as she breathed. We started to rock slowly from side to side and I brought my hands down over her ass and pulled her in. When Bill came in from work, she greeted him with a kiss and served him his breakfast. Over the next several months, Carol, her family, and I continued spend time together. Whenever I wasn't working, or didn't have a date, I would frequently hang out at their place. When a big late-model dirt track race was scheduled in Tucson, Arizona, I asked Carol and her family if they wanted to go with me. I would not be driving but watching from the stands. It was a day race, and as usual, Bill had to.