That doesn’t mean that it is impossible that it could be real somewhere, sometime… Let’s see how you like it. Halin24 ***** Owning a bar is ...n interesting thing. I know, because I do. Not a large flashy but a small and cosy one. In fact it is my second, I inherited the first one from an uncle I hardly knew when I was 29. I have no idea why I got it, but since he had no family of his own I guess I was as good a choice as anyone and I decided to give it a try. I have never regretted it even. When I entered the surgery I waved it at her saying "What is this doing in my pocket?" She just smiled back and said "Well it was far to wet to continue wearing. I thought you' get a thrill out of finding it" And with that she sauntered out of the surgery to get our patient. The afternoon passed very slowly. Ever movement Jo made was sexual and I had to concentrate very hard not to get a hard on. It wasn't helped by Jo brushing her tits against me or brushing her hand against my cock whenever. It wasn't very crowded which was kinda disappointing but I figured it was still early yet. I set up at the massage table in the front, before I could shuck my jeans there was a cloud of men waiting for me, oh so patiently. I climbed up on the table spread my legs and started sucking on the cock nearest my mouth. It wasn't long before I was being fucked in my pussy and then my ass. I had instructed the penis hoard that I had non-latex condoms for those who wish to use them, but really I prefer. She rolled off the sleeping bag and pushed it aside, relieved to notice that Jack had quickly understood and helped. She had removed the rocks from the spot before rolling it out, so it was just the firm reddish soil. She settled onto her back, the grit rough against her ass and shoulders. It still retained some of the day’s heat. As she spread her arms and legs, maximizing her contact with it, she felt strangely better.“Is it too weird?” doubt weakened her voice. “Can we try it this way?” She.