Send your stuff on ahead as I have a little surprise treat in mind for you, so you won't need more than a spare pair of knickers, in fact you probably won't even need those... but kisses... gotta run." "But, but, but, the cost, the details, the times..." Sarah stammered into the disconnected phone as Julie had hung up and disappeared, as quickly and abruptly as she had four years ago. The next day a courier arrived at Sarah's house with an envelope containing a first class ticket to Mexico City, with a hand written note that said, 'Short Stuff -- My Treat. Your Pleasure. -- J'. Sarah hemmed and hawed over the decision, while gently sniffing the note that carried the aroma of Julie's perfume, causing a dampening of Sarah's knickers. After a great deal of careful and delicate discussions with her parents, and her fiancé, Sarah had finally managed to convince everyone that she would be fine on her own with her old friend from London, and that she would meet them all in Acapulco as planned. Sarah stood outside the airport trying to wave away the jabbering Mexicans who were crowding around the diminutive American tourist, while tugging at her arm. Already nervous about this liaison, the gaggle of locals had Sarah on the verge of tears, when suddenly a tall woman clad in a leather jacket and a short skirt that barely covered her ass, moved forward and wrapped one fingerless gloved hand round Sarah's shoulders, as she shooed the men away, chastising them in fluent Spanish. "Julie!" Sarah exclaimed in relief, as she felt her 5'1" frame being protected by her younger but taller friend, who crushed her to her breast in a warm and powerful embrace. "Hey Short Stuff," Julie quipped in response, while lifting the dark, wrap-around sunglasses from her sparkly blue eyes and shaking out her bun, letting her long auburn hair flow freely down her back. Before Sarah could reply, Julie bent and kissed her warmly on the slutwife mouth, forcing her tongue into Sarah's mouth, bringing memories of their past flooding back. Memories weren't the only thing that was flooding, as Sarah throatfuck felt a sudden dampness and a heat between her legs, a familiar and usual reaction when Julie was near. Remembering that she was to be married in a few weeks, Sarah broke the kiss, but still held her body close to Julie's. "What did you say to them," Sarah asked, as she nodded toward the group of sweaty men, who were drifting away and muttering to themselves. "Oh, I told them that you were a fingered lesbian trainee here for pussy munching lessons, and then you were to be sold Cocksuck as a amateurs sex slave to Amazonian Lesbians in South America." Julie said with a straight face, looking down at her shorter friend's wide brown eyes. He had her meet him at the abandoned prison she had met him at before. No wonder all the men were trying to bump into me. I pulled my top down when Jon wasn’t looking but it wasn’t long before they were out again. “Don’t like the food?” I asked Carole, breaking her out of her trance. “Kind of hard to be involved in a choice if you aren’t aware it’s even slutwife happening!” she yelled back, not fingered caring about the volatility of the subject matter enough to keep it quiet anymore. This is an episode in the NAKED LEGAL group of stories. He stopped and prepared himself throatfuck to fuck her and didn’t notice as his eldest came down the stairs to find out what all the noise about. I found $200 in 20’s and figured it was plenty. Moving up I felt him slowly slide his male organ in me. Then he was still going as I started to amateurs feel far fuller than I had ever been! "One of you lucky bitches gets to have her ass raped." “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” “Oh fuck, I love black cock! He gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and left. Deana asked. My daughter was down to her Cocksuck bra and panties. I lapped at her pussy, gentle licks, to gather up all of her tangy passion.