Opening the door to my apartment, I was greeted to the sight of a trail of feminine clothes leading to the bedroom, but there were rather more of them...than I would have expected ... two sets of shoes and two dresses? The answer was obvious once I opened the mostly closed bedroom door and was greeted to the very unexpected but interesting sight of both Lindsey and Marsha nude in my bed and engaged in a wet and noisy 69. That explained why there had been no feminine underwear on the floor;. ..you know the rule!." You whimper at this; both at the tease you're giving yourself and the anticipation of the fucking to come. Thinking of the feeling of my cock filling you, you almost lose it; your insides clenching but you manage, barely, to maintain control. Your focus turns back to me and you see my shirt is now gone and my pants are falling to the floor under the weight of my smooth leather belt. My tight black v-neck undershirt highlights my athletic body, but it's the large bulge in. I think I made her angry. “Here for to clean da place.” she grunts. “please to tuck gonads in.” I grab my machinery with both hands and leverage it all back into my leopard print speedo. Olga is staring at what looks like a sturgeon and two bowling balls in a fishing net as she marches past me into the place. She gives the dog the evil eye when she gets to the hallway and gets a noseful – but the mutt is smart enough to dash away. I laugh again because the splooge-mohawk he is sportin’. I drank a couple bottles of Mexican beer with the meal and polished off two large bowls of tortilla chips dipped into three bowls of pico de gallo.After lunch I went back to the room and changed before heading out on Lower State Street for a three mile walk through town. I finally stopped at a cocktail lounge on Upper State Street and had a couple more beers before calling a cab to take me back to my motel. I had a good nights sleep and then spent most of the next morning walking on the beach.