"No whiskey on my breath Jeb, and no smell of gambling on me. Instead, I walked the water front and secured us transport up the river clear to Saint L...uis. Going up river will shorten our trip by at least three weeks."Three weeks less in the saddle or wagon seat was great news. Yet, before I jumped on JC's bandwagon I had to remind him of something. "If we go up river to Saint Louis, we will not be going through Texas and you will miss seeing your family."JC shrugged and pulled Anne tighter. Then he started rubbing it on my lips. It was an odd sort of feeling, my lips closed together and feeling the hot rod on my lips.“Oye mun khol” he asked“Nahin upper se hee ker le” I told him“Chal zaban to baher nikaal” he saidI took out my tongue and rubbed his dick on my tongue tip.” hath se pakar to le lun” he requestedI held his dick from the upper part and was amazed to feel the girth, hardness and heat. I was only used to holding my dick and my fingers will easily curl around my dick with. He said Terry his best mate had got this big black man from a web site to agree to fuck his wife Brenda,Brenda is my friend and to this day she has never told me so was he not telling the truth and just telling a tale down the pub pissed???..i said look Paul you can't say stuff like that,believe me its true they did it last Saturday night in the Travel lodge,,,tell me what happened then.as Paul began to tell me the tale i could feel myself getting wet and thinking wow i could do that,go on tell. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry. Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poop -molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood.