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 The border never felt so good

   This trip had been put off and/or cancelled more than a fat chick's diet
after moving next to a Marie Callender's.  So, I met my friend in Irvine
and after about an hour and a half of decent traffic and parking next to a
car that had more shit on it than a than a toilet at a diarrhea festival.
My friend and I finally made our way to the border.

   Getting in was no big deal.  We walked over this bridge and onto this
ramp right into Tijuana Mexico.  When you walk over the bridge, you see
what looks like the LA river...and the smell of every single Mexican's
toilet flushings hits you.  Anyone who I've ever heard take the TJ trip
told me about it, but it wasn't until it actually slammed into my nose did
I believe it.  We checked out the local shops and saw how you can buy
ripoff designer watches (You damn right, I got one.  I can barely afford to
spell Rolex).

   The first stop was the nudey bars.  Now when you first get there, and I
shit you not, there are nudey bars fuckin' everywhere and the guys that
work there are standing outside trying to get you in like used car dealers.
We walked around a while and finally went into one.  It was around 1pm, so
there were about half a dozen guys there.  Before my friend and I could sit
down, two chicks had curled up next to us.  The booth we sat at was shaped
like a C, so the girls basically had my friend and I trapped in the middle.
The chick who sat next to my friend was around 21.  She was about 5'8 (tall
for a Hispanic chick) and had great tits that you could see in this see
through red crop top.  She smiled all the time, and I wanted to fuck her.
The chick who sat next to me named Lara was a little older.  She told me
that she was 25, but was probably 30.  Her tits were small and she wore
this Lycra dress that was almost like a bathing suit.

   My friend went up for a lapdance.  Now, get this.  In L.A, you pay about
$10-$25 on average for a lapdance and it's only for one song.  At this
place, I got 5 songs for $40 and not that half song shit either.  These
were those long play remixes.  The lapdances took place upstairs
overlooking the club behind cheesy sheets that served as curtains, so I
could see my friend getting his lap dance, but the best was yet to come.

   While my friend was getting his lapdance, the chick I was with was
giving me a massage.  That alone was worth $50 (You know what I mean if
you've ever gotten a real massage).  Any stress I had was gone by then. 
She kept playing with my dick under the table and when my friend returned,
I got my lap dance.  From the time we went upstairs, she was shoving her
tits in my face and grinding on my lap.  She took the dress off and I there
was a thong from heaven.  When she turned her back to me, I not only got to
grab her tits and her ass, but I got to fingerbang her while she danced. 
She was kissing all on my neck and shit and I'm thinking "What a country".
This went on for about half an hour.  I was hard as fuck and to top it off,
I was able to check out another chick giving some guy the same treatment in
the room next to me!

   After my friend got another lapdance, my friend and I decided to go look
for some real action.  We walked for about ten minutes as my friend tried
to remember where the chicks were.  Guys on the street could tell we were
tourists and offered to take us to these chicks, but my friend knew where
they were and besides we were to fucking cheap.

   We arrived on this street called Revoluccion.  Before you knew it, you
could see all these girls who ranged in age from about 16-25.  They were
all lined up for about three blocks and not a bunch of fat chicks either.
Most of these chicks were hot as fuck.  Some were as short as about 4'11
and the tallest I saw was about 5'10.  There were just everywhere standing
on the street.  They would all stare at you and many would pull my shirt
and ask if I wanted to fuck in either English or Spanish.  I didn't
remember much high school Spanish, but "Fucky-Sucky" tends to work well in
any language.  After going down all three blocks and wanting to fuck them
all.  I decided on this chick who resembled this girl I knew from college.
She was about 5'5 with short curly hair and a great ass.  I asked her how
much and she said $20.  My friend paid since it was my birthday.  I gave
her three more dollars for a room and we walked across the street to the
hotel.  The room was about the size of my bedroom and she quickly took off
her clothes.  She had just enough hair on her pussy to get you excited, but
not enough so you'd need radar to see what's underneath.  I was standing
looking in her eyes and started rubbing her pussy.  She laid down on the
bed and as I stood in front of her.  She started to give me a hand job. 
All the while she was smiling like it was a job interview and she got the
job.  After a couple of minutes, my dick was harder than the cement floor.
She reached over and pulled out a condom and put it on me.  I laid down on
top of her and began to think of the chick I wanted to fuck in college and
I fucked the shit out of her.  She was wetter than hell and I could hear it
with each stroke.  I felt her grab my back and pull me in deeper.  She had
been kind of quiet up to that point, but then I heard her squeal and then
start to moan.  I started sucking on her tits and before long she moaned
really loudly as I heard her cum.  She kept pulling me into her and as she
fed me her tits, I shot a major load inside of her.

   She quickly got dressed and grabbed my hand and led me out of the hotel,
where I met my friend who had fucked another chick on that street.  My
friend and I had compared prices and chicks.  The chick he was hotter than
fuck and a little taller than mine.  He paid a little more, but he had
gotten a massage.  Either way, it was all good and I can't wait to make a
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