Geography Lesson
“What! You don’t know where the Sierra Madre is?” she asked “Geography has never been my best subject.” I said She took my hand and led me into her room, “Ven, yo te enseño.” I though we were going to look at a globe or maybe an encyclopedia, but instead she took off her clothes. She grabbed my hands and traced her body with them. She stopped on her breast and said, “Here, mira these are Popocatepetl and Ixtaccihuatl.” My hands worked their way all over her terrain. I put my hands around her waist and slid them slowly down her butt. “Ese es el Cerro de la Silla,” she smiled as I pinched her nalgas. Her curves were reminiscent of Guanajuato’s winding alleyways. Her dark hair shimmered like the sands at Barra de Navidad. We moved on to her bed and exchanged long kisses. “Y aqui,” she said spreading her legs for me, “are the most breathtaking cascadas you’ve ever seen.” She placed my fingers on her wet chocha and said i