She curled her legs and cuddled in. She opened her mouth and told me how horny she was, by flicking her tongue sensually. I really had some good joint...s and REALLY good wine.you know, the kind of wine you guys drink! The mom and you go upstairs to fuck. I have see you eating moms cunt after a few drinks. She comes so easily with you. I am envious. My boyfriend wont eat me, but he loves me going down on him.NOW, its my turn! My pussy is soaked.Eat me!! She lifted her hips and opened her legs,. With no money and no papers I found myself in a real predicament. I letit all happen pursuing a lifelong fantasy of mine, a fantasy to go downthe social ladder and become something like an indentured servant justone step before complete slavery.The mere thought of that brought to me mixed feelings of despair andexcitement, fear and expectations for the unknown.I dried my eyes and tried to concentrate on more practical matters. Thosewere my clothes now, Conchita's hand me downs and I was going. The right thing at this moment was to check that his riding boots were shiny and spotless and that his jodhpurs were wrinkle free.He had bought his gear with his own money. At that time he did not think that his hunch was solid enough to justify an expense claim. And he kind of liked the clothes anyway, although he had never been a horse person. He did not want to look like he was paying for his toys and games with federal money, and he also felt that his superiors would not be too happy about. Wouldn't any boyfriend constantly want to feel it and touch it? She must have felt the same because she did not try to stop me. On the contrary, she pushed her cheek into my fingers, encouraging me and confirming my conviction that there were no panties covering those cheeks.We kissed a few more times as we worked our way up to the bar and ordered. I got a Heineken, she got a margarita. We found an empty table and sat down at it, scooting our chairs together as any boyfriend/girlfriend would.