On a Visit to Argentina I Am Greeted by the Pink and Tight Pussy of an Old Friendship

I arrive in Buenos Aires exhausted. Twelve hours of flight, lost suitcases, TREMENDOUS jet lag. I open the door of her apartment and there she is Angélica Silvia Serrano with that heart-breaking smile and a dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. He tells me that he prepared the mate for me but he won't even let me touch the thermos. He pushes me against the door, kisses me with that mix of wild Argentinian and friend he hasn't seen in years, and pulls down my pants before I can say ANYTHING