"I know that smell from somewhere?" "Smell like pussy!" The class burst out into laughter. "I mean vagina," she snapped back. Now she was standing rig...t over me. "Joney, isn't it?" I acknowledged, "Yes, Ms Homer, Joney." "Someone needs to teach you feminine hygiene." I could have just died right there. Then she told Sarah to take me to the ladies room and clean e up, and teach me to use a pad next time." Sarah and I went to the ladies room. I went in without even thinking I was not suppose to. Bertha had become a favorite of viewers, especially an hour long video of forty seven men jacking off onto her face and into her mouth. Frosted Like a Fuckiing Donut was the title of the video. When John had Bertha make a beastiality video with a german shepard he had trained, he had her fuck the dog in front of a paying audience.Joe, on the other hand, was the star of countless gay videos and pictures. The only pussy Joe was getting now was Susan’s, and that almost exclusively for photo. Moving over to his dresser, he opened the Thank-you card, he bought three weeks ago. He remembered when Rob, Carol and he had met for coffee. At first, it seemed natural to meet his co-worker and his wife, at the local cafe.He and Rob had shared a few beers after work, and both men had found they had a lot in common. When Rob had mentioned that he and his wife were swingers, Mark found himself curious about it. They spent hours talking, so the little coffee meeting three weeks ago, wasn't a. The intense heat of the desert sun was really getting to her. She was so hot and worried when he rode up to her on a motor bike. Despite her troubles, looked him over with keen interest, noting his lean strong physique and especially he bulge in his crotch. ‘Hi ma’am, what’s the problem with your wheels then?’ She quickly explained the situation to him and without saying much else, he took charge and 30 minutes later he had her car going again. Regina was so happy and relieved she jumped.