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40+ years ago one of my sisters married into a socially prominent Mexican family that had lost most of its wealth as a result of being on the wrong side of the 1930s revolution. My sister and her husband live a fairly typical upper-middle-class life, sending their kids to college in the U.S., etc. For Americans who frequent the tourist enclaves on the Mexican coastline it’s hard to imagine what life is like for people in the country. Mexico has in many ways come a long way in the past couple of decades, once the PRI’s decades-long iron grip on political power was broken and “normal” politics began to flourish. While by US standards official corruption is still high, it is much less of a challenge to the rule of law than it was. That has gone hand in hand with increased economic development and a sharp reduction of extreme poverty and growth of the middle class. Still, Mexico endures a level of public violence that it is hard for us in the US to get our heads around. For instance, in upscale urban and suburban areas ATMs are flanked by guards armed with submachine guns. The countryside is worse and “getting worse-er.” My sister and her family used to restrict their inter-city travel to driving during the daytime. Now they fly. Wealthy Mexicans are inconvenienced, but they have the resources to protect themselves. Gangs gave up kidnapping wealthy people because after a ransom was collected the private security their victims employed would track down the kidnappers’ families and execute them. So, now kidnappers focus on the middle-class and upper-middle-class. It’s referred to as “espress kidnapping”. The kidnappers grab a family member and demand a smallish ransom, maybe just a few thousand dollars. The victim’s family goes to the bank, gets the money and turns it over. The whole deal is over in an afternoon. My sister has many friends who have been victims of this almost-petty crime. It’s hard to know how long it will take Mexico to get its violence problem down to a manageable level. Progress has been made. But it’s quite clear that the US is part of the problem. While by most accounts the use of drugs has increased among Mexicans, the big driver of Mexico’s drug-trafficking is demand in the the US. And the US is the source of the guns that fuel violence in Mexico.

Can't believe you even asked the question!! The guys are fucking a woman, how is that gay? Me thinks someone is homophobic.

PS Rob regularly works in Vera Cruz, Guadalajara, Tepic, Culiacan, Puebla, etc. and has for many years. Now days, he goes from the airport using client provided transportation directly to big, name brand hotels with security and he doesn't leave to shop, tour, dine or bar hop. I used to travel with him occasionally years ago and really got to see and love Mexico, but NO more.... We feel sorry the regular Mexicans who are really nice people as we can't give them our business anymore, that's part of the reason why we see so many closed up shops, etc. when traveling to and from airports. Rob's clients who he has worked with for years, pick him up at the hotel each day with a different vehicle, different time and use different routes. Places like Vera Cruz, the entire police force was dismissed and the Mexican Marines police the town and harbor...... Julie

the wildest thing i've ever done was when we went to a house party, and we also celebrated my b'day... we'd been there many times before and knew most everyone there, so they blindfolded me and laid me out on a table... i was there for about the next hour while everyone took turns pleasuring me What a night!! can't wait for my next b'day!

Tha's a tough one to follow. Where is the club, and how do we get there? My wildest thing was at a Greatful Dead concert years ago with some friends. I had on a short skirt and a tank top. This guy behind me kept touching me, casually at first, then more assertively. I had a good buzz, and was into the music. He made sure he brushed me with his hard on thru his shorts. I reached behind me and gave his cock a tug. He moved close, lifted my skirt and started fingering me. No oe seemed to pay attention or care (it was dark and close). Next thing I feel is this strangers's cock sliding in me. We just kept moving to the music. I had to bight my lip when I came, and let out a yelp, which caused my friends to look at me. There was no denying what was going on, but they acted like they didn't notice. He let loose in me about that time. It was intense. He stayed in me till he got soft and discretely pulled out. I turned around and kissed him, then introduced myself. I had cum running down my leg for the rest of the concert. I never saw him again, but it gets me hot whenever I think about that youthful indescetion.