There was so much that it made me sneeze, and when I did I felt it running from my nose like thick drools of mucus as it ran down over my upper lip an...d dripped on to his pubic hair below.The pulses gradually slowed to a trickle as his balls became spent, and he slowly shook as he shed the last of his load. Then he dropped back to the mattress once more, limp like a lettuce, yet hot like a steam engine as hot breath and sighs seemed to exit from every orifice.I found I was stuck to my duvet with. I have never seen it before. I have just rubbed guys with it in their pants. Here are a couple of napkins so you can catch whatever is still dripping.”I used a couple napkins to wipe my fluid from my thighs and blot my pussy. They were too rough to really rub with. I gathered them all up to throw out the window, but took just a bit of his cum on my finger to taste. It was a bit salty and slippery, but not bad. Maybe letting him cum in my mouth would not be bad. Food for thought. Then I rolled. "Morning you two," she welcomed as she advanced past mom and into the room. Her breasts, midsized pointy ones and bare except for the painted designs on them, jiggled delightfully as she walked. And she caught me checking them out and didn't look displeased. She was wearing shorts though!She turned back to mom and asked, "Have you chosen a design yet?" A design?" For your body painting. We've got to get moving." I'm not sure ... I'm tired this morning ... I don't think-" Oh no you don't.. We pulled up outside Bamba’s home and got out of the car, me helping Jayne, stocking tops on show the lot. A she wiggled the dress while Manks climbed the steps and banged on the gate.Bamba let us in and clocked Jayne as soon as she stepped through the gate into the court yard. He and Manks started jabbering again and then back into English, very polite and friendly. Then we went through into the house. The scene was like a house from the 70’s. Clean but basic. A flock sofa and chairs. Melamine.