He probably couldn't smell anything as his cab smelt worse than Emily did.The taxi ride, the thought of no money, the possibility of having to pay wit... her mouth or pussy, had all been too much on top of the earlier events. The eight blow jobs, well nine if you count Tony, each cock different, each climax different, but each ended with her having gotten paid for pleasuring them.The urgency to relieve herself was on hold as she thought about asking if oral would be okay for his trouble but given. As the gust subsided, I was about to drop the lid closed when I noticed a white oblong cardboard box, laying on top of the rest of the trash. At first I thought it was the package for a tube of toothpaste, but it wasn't. It was the package for a home pregnancy test. I stood in surprise as I stared down at it. I had a 'what-the-fuck'? moment, when I realized that the only reason for the presence of such a thing in our trash can, was that my wife thought she might be pregnant---but since she and. The first one he targeted he just clamped down his open mouth around it and sucked hard. He could feel it being drawn into his mouth. He knew what it was of course and where it had come from but he was so turned on that he wanted it all. Her cum had mixed with it and in his state it tasted delicious as well as provocative. He left behind a hicky where the first one had, he licked up the trail of white slime it had left behind as it slide. Soon he put his mouth over another one, this one was a. “Huh?” I asked, utterly and completely confused. “No, I will not forget last night. It was the first time I’ve seen a mans…” She blushed again, apparently not able to mention my penis. “…You know.” She said, nodding toward my crotch. “And I don’t want to forget it! Especially since it was you.” Ok.. Now I was REALLY confused. “I don’t understand.. What are you saying?” I asked. She finally shook that stubborn look off her face and realized what she said, instantly replying “ Nothing! Forget I.