Her voluminous skirts blew up and Alan saw for himself that she had lied about the dildo as her loose fitting underwear afforded Alan a perfect view o... her woman’s parts.“Idiot!” she snapped pushing Alan away as he proffered a hand.He recoiled and went to re mount his steed as every hot blooded male made a bee line for Miss Jacobs.Willing hands restored Miss Jacobs to her mount but Alan’s rapid departure displeased her, for she wished at all times to be the centre of attention, as if it were. ”“There are worse things you could smell like,” I told her, laughing a little.“It’s not funny,” she said, holding back her own laughter, “I might just go home early and lay in bed and masturbate with my vibrator until my next shift.”“Aren’t you off until Monday?” I asked.“Yeah.”“So, you’re gonna stay in bed and fuck yourself all weekend?”“Why not? If I don’t shower, I’ll be able to smell your cum on me the whole time. I’m so horny right now. You are the best fuck I’ve ever had,” she. ”“No, Ravi you are guest how can you do all this.”“Come on, Swati. I am a single man and I know how to cook. So relax on this chair and have a drink. Let me get the food warmed. I will be back soon.”She just gave me a lovely smile when I made her sit on the chair. I was busy warming the chicken and rice when I felt a hand wrapping around my waist. It did shock me for a few seconds but soon I found it familiar. It was Swati. I turned around to scold her for getting up.But she never gave me a. There was the expected comparing and contrasting; Paul with the slightly longer but slightly thinner uncircumcised cock, with a low hanging ball sack and sparse pubic hair; while I had the slightly shorter but thicker meat, with my balls tighter up but clearly bigger, and lots of black curly pubes. They even had us turn around so that they could critique our asses. It was funny hearing them discuss what they believed to be the merits of cut vs. uncut, long vs. not so long, thick vs. not so.