“ Oh My God!, is it wrong that I'm getting excited?”, I sheepishly asked before we both giggled.“ No, I would be more concerned if you weren't g...etting excited, you can't last long in this business if you don’t enjoy all aspects of it…. and wow, Megan, a bit of a cum slut are you?”, Kendra added“ well, I find it hot…. its so wrong and dirty letting a guy cum on you, something you shouldn't let happen but it just feels so liberating and quite the compliment I think, I know guys love it for. Jesse caused quite a stir in the pub. It was a bit more evident than her usual reception. There was a certain "glow" about her that I shamefully credited to my recent deposit of sticky cum down her lovely throat. In retrospect, I suspect it was due to the expert cleansing of her internal organs at the spa this very afternoon. Before we left the house, I had spent some time lubricating and scenting Jesse's lovely pussy and pucker hole with her special strawberry flavored cream and perfume. I. But maybe I should have insisted it just be a one-time thing. Even after the incredible weekend, maybe I should have told Stella that it was the one and only time I'd share my boyfriend with her, and we'd move on with our own lives just as friends.But it all just seemed so perfect. I like girls. I love their softness in contrast with a man's hardness. I love their tenderness and grace. I love their smell. And I love their taste. And who better than a close friend who promised me she would never. The outside air was growing chilly and somewhat damp, moving the evening’s scent past my face, I caught road dust and engine smell and something even warmer from the rider’s body: sharp saltiness with a musky undertone. It was like worn leather or dried meat, something neither alive nor dead: in arrested decay. All the muscles of my thighs and pelvis tensed for a moment. I’d always noticed that if you liked a man’s smell, the rest might not matter much. He could be a pipsqueak or a gun control.