You could take that act on the road and make a fortune!" I have a fortune, thank you." Béla said, as herself. She sat up; lovingly rubbing sticky cum...into her belly and breasts like it was vanishing cream. As she did so, it actually seemed to vanish, absorbed into her glistening skin like, well, vanishing cream."I really needed that!" she told him, relief in her voice that he seemed to approve of her like this. "I didn't know my batteries were that low!" Well, Ah'm just glad t' help, ma'am,". I liked this a lot since it left her titties wiggling nearly right in my face and I did my best to kiss and lick her nipples until we both went off at nearly the same time.I wasn't trying to catch up on all the fucking I'd missed out on during my firsst sixteen years, but I'll swear Helga was intent on making up for all the time her husband had been dead. We did it twice more before sunrise and let me tell you I'd had a workout.Helga had as much of one as I did, but she was still up and dressed. Down in between her ample breasts, over her belly, down to the hem of her bikini bottom. I kneel down in front of her, allowing her aroma to drift up toward me, her wetness overwhelming me. I slowly grip the side of her bikini bottoms, and kiss her belly once more as I look up into those expectant eyes. I start pulling at her bikini bottoms, helping them over her butt cheeks, kissing the exposed, clean-shaven flesh. She gasps as I let the bikini bottom separate from her labia with a slight. I was thirty-two, 6', 190 lbs. with brown hair, green eyes, and like her I had some fairly pornographic ideas about sex. I really felt like I wanted to meet her, so I was a little hesitant about bringing up piss games for fear of scaring her off. The conversations were just so open though, that it eventually it came up when we discussed some of the things that we had tried.I told Claire about Han, the ex-girlfriend who made a deal to drink my piss if I let her stay the night after I caught her.