.. eww. Like, her arms and legs get all greasy and smelly off the slime and junk, and her hair gets all damp and totally un-glam. Soon she needs to ma...e soil again, but she doesn’t dare stop, so out come the brown logs as her legs pump and her shirt squeaks and her round little cheeks jiggle. Soon her defiled nostrils know of another way that she’s become a smelly girl. Since we certainly cannot show Hannah making soil in a kids’ show, the female’s act will be made known to the audience by. The guys reacted like they were a bit disappointed, and it seemed my husband was also. I grabbed it myself and went for it again, this time I forced it into my throat past my gagging and an itchy feeling from the peel. I pulled it out to hear the guys clapping. I complained about the banana peel and pulled it back, so I would only swallow the inside. That went a lot smoother, but the banana broke off after I pulled it out. I could tell the guys were getting turned on by this, so decided to stop. After that, she was like a bucking bronco turned into an obedient filly waiting to be filled with my special brand of “Tony-juice”. I left a white puddle of my premium best in her feminine folds like a signature cream pie needing wiping with an imaginative tongue.The Feds had done a good job of hiding all my weak points and my cover story was plausible even though it was a bit far-fetched.I decided to teach her a lesson in obedience by asking her to get down on her knees and do me right there. Want to go in the buff?" I asked."No. I brought a new suit to wear."I waited as she changed. Hand in hand, we strolled to the beach. Two empty loungers by the others were for us.When I lay down, Dave said, "Lana, help our guest with his sun protection."Lana knelt beside me, squeezed zinc oxide on her palm and applied it to my cock. She didn't look at me. She looked at my rapidly hardening member."You have a nice cock. You don't want it sunburned," she said softly as she kneaded the white paste.