The rest of the afternoon was just as strange. Since we were in downtownChicago, my wife and I decided that we should shop for my new wardrobe.We actu...ally had a fun time (almost as if we were both drunk) picking outlingerie, make-up and other accessories. We held off on any dresses orskirts until we reviewed what I had at home-this was fine, since neitherof us were prepared for me to try on woman's clothes in public.A week and later I had a huge case of stage freight as I was lying downon a. The sun was almost rising…I found no cars parked in our street; so I knew the pool party was over.I entered my house very quietly and went upstairs. Ana was lying in our bed. She was naked and had taken a shower, since her curly hair was still wet.Something caught my attention: a globe of a white substance was leaking from her glistening pussy lips. I approached and could see her labia were puffy and swollen. It was evident my wife had been truly well fucked…Worst of all, her dark rosebud also. After tiring of this, and shockingly finishing almost the entire bottle, she took a seat across the wooden expanse. Pulling out a small compact, she checked her flawless makeup, and touched up the small smudge of shimmering lipstick. Every the proper young lady, Amy sat with one knee crossed over the other, her already short skirt rising up further upon her shapely thighs. It seemed forever before he finally finished typing, a sigh or two escaping before he reached that point. Looking toward. What are you studying?" I'm going for my Masters in Latin American Studies. My Mother became good friends with a couple of people who work with the poor in the barrios in Mexico City. I went down there with her several summers and I found that the more I went there and found out what was going on, the more I wanted to find out. So, I decided to study it in more detail and then return to see what I can do to help the people there." That sounds fascinating. What do you want to do to help them?" I.