His hands were amazing! Big and gentle, they were all over my body. Massaging my buttocks, working their way under my balls to caress my perineum, a t...ickle of my scrotum and a firm pinch of my nipples! I have to admit, I was totally lost in ecstasy. As I looked down now, I could see his own cock was fully erect, turned on by the contact of a younger body. And what a cock it was! My own cock was around eight inches, but his was nearer nine. And not a blemish on it. It was beautiful. As his hands. As they progressed to my shoulders, he leaned over me… Ewww! A pungent odour hit my nostrils. I turned to my husband and scrunched my face. He knew something was wrong but didn’t know what. When I got a second whiff, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I rolled away from him in disgust. I couldn’t believe he’d come to our home without showering. There’s no excuse for poor hygiene, especially when giving something as intimate as a massage. When my husband told him to leave, he didn’t seem to understand. The brown-haired girl unbuttoned her riding pants, paused, looked up at Lauren, said, "mind if I pee first?"Lauren shrugged.Hannah pushed the pants down to her thighs, then her panties, squatted down on the side of the trail, and urinated strongly into the grass, her stream flowing fast from her pussy. Lauren couldn't help glancing down to watch the bitter warm liquid rushing from the teen's pretty cunt, a cunt Lauren had fingered once already. Before Hannah caught her looking, Lauren turned. It just made things greasy and slimy. Inside and out. Bar food. Greasy and slimy night. With puddles of spilt beer and probably some puke mixed in. It got really shitty. But they kept drinking.Eventually Shawna came over and pulled a chair to sit beside Joe. One of the few sober people for an obvious reason. Her distended belly probably with his child inside it.“Joe,” she said. “Time to go.”“But,” Joe started and couldn’t finish. Even the one word had been slurred.“They’re closing up.”“Last.