She took the album and sat back, looking at me, 'What', I asked, 'Sorry, I must have a fuck', she said in perfect English', and opened the album.I was... shocked by what I saw, hundreds of young men, some clearly boys, with erections, all with a number, and Inge thumbed through the pages, for a cock she wanted.'Mariel, you want one too'? She turned to hand me the book, but I declined, tempted I may be, but my pussy was still recovering from my membership to the 'Mile High Club'.'This shit is. The smell of cooking meat and spices filled the air, an aroma that, despite the uncleanliness charges, instantly set my mouth to watering. The dining area was small, consisting of only six tables. A salsa bar — complete with seven different varieties and a huge bowl of tortilla chips — had been set up near the front counter. The counter itself contained a single cash register. Behind it a Mexican woman of about forty or so was busy tending to some pots and pans that were on the large stove.. Suddenly she said to me, "Here I want you to suck these for me," and pulled her tube top down to expose her beautiful breasts. I was of course a little surprised but also facinated by her exibitionism and I immediately began to fondle one and suck the other breast, switching now and then from one to the other. All this was taking place on the bar stools where we sat with everyone watching and seemingly enjoying it. In a few minutes I suggested that we take this somewhere more private so that we. . I roll over over on-top my nightly slut - her legs spread - my cock hardens - the entry is delightful! Sigh “ooohh god!” We pick up a rythem of grunts and sighs, push and pulls - pussy slurp noises... “How was your day?” “Who cares” “fuck your pussy is wet tonight” “I got off before you came home”... Gahd that slut had a tight cunt! Sigh... 5 minuets into our usual evening fuck, I notice something else that’s becoming quite usual... her mother would take a seat on the balcony of the two.