..I think," Damian squeaked. "What was it you wanted me to show you? I don't understand." Your load. I want to see you shoot a load." Here?" he questi...oned, looking around the room. "It'll make such a mess." I'm counting on it," she replied, working the shaft a bit faster."Damian closed his eyes, in hopes blocking the image of the woman masturbating him would keep him from cumming too quickly."Did you make a mess with Emily?" the woman asked, hoping the answer was yes."A...well, kind of, but I. As I stared at this image, I could clearly recall that moment---my heart was beating so hard and so fast; there was that special aroma of my wife's dripping wet pussy, her labia glisteningly wet; the look of anticipation on her face was unmistakable; the enthusiasm on Omar's face was equally unmistakable; and then, there was Omar's own body aroma, an earthy aroma, a manly aroma; and then---then there came that moment of truth, where for the first time ever, my wife took another man's cock into. She wanted Violet’s bush in her face, needed to feel useful, needed to feel wanted despite her invalid state. Violet lifted back, and wriggled out of the bleach-stained scrubs and her equally tattered undergarments. Her black mass of pubic hair caught Trin’s eyes, and she stared at Violet’s thick, ruddy lips as if they were steak tartare. Her tongue softly left her lips, and moistened them. Violet growled with need, climbing onto Trin, regardless of injury, and forced her unwashed, odiferious. . click!Like Dale, the wedding party was nude: The bride wore a veil and carried a colourful bouquet of flowers. The groom wore a bow tie, as did the best man and the two ushers. The matron of honour and both bridesmaids wore lace gloves. That was it for the attire — not even footwear. The pictures were being taken on the grass in a rose garden by a babbling brook near the city's downtown — an oasis of nature in the heart of a modern business district. The rules of this park were simple: no.