The smells were always deliciously human-toilet in origin.Some of our first hardons were associated with lavatory stink, and these artists knew how to... jog that memory. At this distance it seemed almost as if it was a memory of the stink not the stink itself, but that was the success of the illusion. However as I walked towards this legendary Palaestra the great smell of stale piss and shit must have been a reality - the big, heavy cock was twitching – so nice - and more importantly the face. Then I plan on licking and sucking every body part and when you want me in you-when you can't take it anymore I want to put a condom on my pulsating cock and have you sit on it-with your back against mine and just at the right time I'm going to put your vibrator in your wet pussy and you're going to explode! "I'm wet already-do it!" She was face down on the bed. I took some massage oil-strawberry flavor-and warmed it in my hands. I rubbed her shoulders and back. Worked my way down her backside. After collecting his stuff and standing up, he stood right behind Andrea. Not really thinking about it as the two began “de-zoning” from their long day at the office, he happened to look down. And he looked down over her chest. He didn’t look away either. He happened to like what he looked at. Cleavage appeared before his eyes. It, to him, was nice cleavage too. He stared at it some more and wished he could tell her how pretty and nice it looked. No, I can’t do that. No, that is soooo. She raised her head and told me she was still horny…She begged me to take her home to continue a good fuck session there.When we got home, Ana practically sprinted up the stairs, her clothes flying off as she raced for the bedroom. Once there, she turned to face me, her naked body trembling with desire.As she virtually ripped off my clothes, she grabbed my hand and pulled it to her pussy, telling me to feel. I could feel the slickness of her well fucked pussy. She was dripping with juices and.