..that's a smell that summons up for me the type of location where I got my very first blow job.It was summer. 1983. It had been a steamy-jungle-of-a-...ummer that year, if memory serves me right. I'd been laid off from a job I'd had for a while, and to make an income so that I could pay my rent, and buy groceries, and gas for my car, I started painting peoples homes. I didn't mind doing that, except that summer the humidity was intense; but, I needed the money, so I just kept at it no matter. " You wanna bet, darling. You don't have to ax me twice."Woz and Wendy walked out together, two huge bellies leaning on each other for support, and spoke hardly at all as they crossed the road and Wendy lifted herself into the car, which, true to Woz's word, was perfectly untouched."You don't mind Trev, do you, Wen love?" No. Not at all," lied Wendy."I know what you think. You think I'm some kind of a tart. You know, a pro. But it ain't like that. It's just a bit of extra cash, like. I've never. Her pink cunt was totally open for prick play. But it was dry, of course. He'd wake her up if he plunged in, and he'd wake her up if he diddled her to make her juices flow. A neat problem. He forged ahead anyway, gently rubbing her warm cunt lips to see what could be done. He knew it was a losing game. By the time he got her hot and got his cock in she'd be awake and he was dead. Vic would fire him, he'd lose out with Phil and be put off the train at the next stop. Was one orgasm worth it?Yet. My cock was also coated with a mixture of our juices.“Let me clean it up. It should not go waste.” She joked and started licking my cock. I lay back down on the bed. She started blowing me. She was sucking me like it was the last time she was going to get a cock. Loud slurping noises filled the room. My flaccid cock was becoming hard again.“Wow. You just fucked me so good and you are already hard again. My husband wouldn’t even manage till now.” She said with an impressed look. “How about you.