The stench of semen assails your nostrils. Stale cum, fresh cum.It’s overpowering. The place reeks.“Nasty Girl” starts blasting from the sound s...ystem.You dance and undulate like a pro, running your hands all over your body, fingering your pussy, squeezing your nipples and holding them out on display.“This isn’t too bad.” you think.Until you realize that the sloping floor gives the audience easy access to you from all sides. Then you notice that at least half of them are openly playing with. And no matter how often she watched this DVD, no matter how often she thought about what that missing element was, she had not yet discovered the answer. And that bothered her in a way nothing else ever had. Anita fast-forwarded through much of the actual match play, stopping only where she thought she might see something that would solve her problem. As of yet she had gained no new insights. She continued fast-forwarding to the end. Usually she would shut it off at this point, often so angry. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he kept his jeans on. He’s one of those lads who walks about the flat in just his boxers or undies or whatever he’s wearing. I’d be like keeping my eyes off him in case I got a boner. Then one afternoon I came home and he was sprawled out on the rug in front of the fire, lying on his stomach, reading a magazine and he was wearing nothing but a jockstrap. Swear down. I thought: Is he doing this on purpose? I thought: Does he know he turns me on? Know what I mean?. " Oh god, Alan. That's fantastic! Look at that glorious slimy mess. We're you running your fingers up and down you cock through your goo? " Yes. I was feeling horny thinking about what we'd done. Before they were covered in cum, I could smell your pussy on them. God you smell good. " Alan, I'm glad you like my smell because that wasn't the last time! Show me the next photo! " And this is the mess my hand was in. " ooo, I wish I'd been there because I could have licked it clean. Or, is that what.