Then we were all silent. I put my hand on Trish’s head, encouraging her, feeling more than hearing her hum of acknowledgement. After a few moments, ... felt her snort and nod, not from anything I had done. I curled down and found her breast – and Pat’s hand – and Trish nodded again. Good idea of Pat’s, Trish probably needed a little arousal, too – unless she still was from having missed out on any since Mary had been eating her pussy. Pat must have had the same thought, after her hand left mine,. “What’s that?”“Using as few strokes as possible to get it in the hole!”I guffawed.“I mean, seriously, who wants FEWER strokes than average?” she continued.I laughed harder.“And who thinks that the best possible way to score is one stroke, then you take it out and move on to the next hole, never to put it in the first one again? GUYS! That’s who!”I doubled over at that point, one arm holding my side, the other using the putter for support. It took a couple of minutes before I could stand up,. As I approached her shoulders, she reached back and deftly yanked at the knot of her top, releasing the strings. I felt a bigger twitch from within my swim trunks. Her bikini bottom covered nothing of her small derrière and as my fingers passed across the smooth mounds, I longed to tug at the knot on either side and let the panels loose. As I ran my hands down her legs, I mumbled about how my A/C was having a hard time cooling my place down and how miserable it was, and how the cable wasn’t. I want to talk today about my anal glands and explain how they drive males crazy and addicted to my ass. The smell of my ass has been internationally renowned for over 10 years. It always got me excited, but I couldn't explain it. See these photos and movies made in this motel. Several taxi drivers, vying for space to smell my sweaty ass. Impressive indeed. But a friend helped me to understand. Just search the internet for “Selma Recife anal” and you will find many films and photos about it..