First I ran straight bleach through it to sanitize the cave. I had to stop and put on a wetted coverall, hair cover and a wetted face mask. The bleach...was killing my lungs. Then I gave the cave, the cabin, the wood house and the machine shed a couple coats of white outdoor paint on all inside surfaces that weren't glass. I took care to wash the devil out of that paint sprayer. No sense letting anything go to waste out of mismanagement.According to the old maps that the county kept the mountain. The black man stood shirtless with his shorts at his ankles. With an enormous semi erect cock and my gorgeous wife on her knees in front of him a tuft of her hair in his hand. As I stood in shock at the sight before not really shore what I was doing I felt like busting in and confronting the man who was taking advantage of my wife when I heard her say I love your cock. With those words I knew all at once why my wife loved the gym so much I was devastated but strangely aroused. As I stood there. And the time for just looking is over, don't you think?" He reached out to place his hand on my neck and gently pulled my face forward. I put up a meager resistance. The real fight was internal. It was indeed just the two of us, I thought, but that could change at any moment. The gym was sparse - not empty. I certainly did not want to be walked in on... but couldn't help being in a butterfly-filled trance. The sight of that undulating cock with precum dangling and sweat dripping off his balls. Warm piss ran down my leg which was kind of a nice feeling but the smell was putrid. I wasn't prepared for that. I knew she was older and probably ate the same bad food as everyone else. She wasn't some 18 year old skinny blonde gushing out an oderlous clear liquid. I was going limp due to the smell as a woman who was almost 50 peed on me. She didn't seem put off by her own smell. Maybe I'm just soft! When it stopped she moved towards me. She straddled the leg she had just peed on. She.