I didn’t even ponder them trying to stick up their vaginas although they rubbed their crotches all over my face.I had become the embodiment, entirel...y, of a walking penis head appendage and I exploded with gizem as a result of all the turn on. When they shaved and squeezed my balls, as they stroked my erection, sitting on it for a fast go, “WHOA”, that was totally over the top.Now I was naked-naked’r-naked. I still had a little hair around my anus but they began to work on that too. They smeared. Mene socha kyu na aaj pehli baar gand marwai jae. Aur fir chup chap ghar a jauga..Wo mujhe janta bhi nahi hoga aur meri badnam bhi nahi hogi. . Aur mene ye faisla kiya ki me nannga hi road par jauga. Taki kahi truk wala mere kapde rakh na le. Meri fat bhi rahi thi ki koi deakh lega to me badnaam ho jauga. Lekin fir mene socha ki dehradun me raat ko koi nahi ata road par . Aur mene ghar ke bahar deakha aur dhire se bahar nikal gya pura nannga besharm ki tarh. Aur gate band karke road ki side. "It's okay," she said with a giggle. "I like the attention." She stood up from the couch and stood just in front of me. The outlines of her 6 pack were visible just inches from my face. I took another sip of my wine. I leaned forward and began kissing her body gently. She began flexing her abs and I began kissing all around her body gently. I thought I heard her give a low moan but she coughed loud enough to get my attention. I pulled back and looked up at her face now graced with a mischievous. " Humpf," she said. "likely got something in the slaves clothes you can use, all nubby or some such."It ended up that Mercy stayed with Missy, and I rode south to see how things were on the road to Portsmouth. I spent one night with Booker Forest, got to my favorite tavern near the docks and was back at Missy's plantation by midnight on the last day of June, a Saturday. Missy would not let me in her bed, claiming that I smelled like a swamp, and Charlotte was evidently entertaining, judging.