You can't cover up like that." WHAT?!" Melinda let out in surprise and anger."I'm sorry, but you can't cover up." Not even after what has happened her...?" Melinda asked somewhat frustrated."I'm sorry, but no."Melinda sighed, took hold of the towel covering her body and pulled it off of her. She could have left it by that, but she threw the towel towards Veronique and asked, "Happy now?"Veronique felt very uncomfortable that she had to do this, but she had seen how two inspectors were coming down. This guy met me at this bookstore every Wednesday for months and every time he would slap my cock head over and over again, he would never let me touch it, until I came. He would invite other older men into the booth to watch and invite them to slap my cock or pull my balls and nipples. He told told me he was working on a ball clamp in his garage and wanted to try it out on me. I was really hot to try that. I went to his home and he stripped me down slapped my cock over and over until it. I was in my jocks with my cock already hard, she flung off her bra. We sat chatting bout how great it was that we had met and that we both been having a great time and occasionally giving each other soft kisses. While chatting I took an ice block out my drink and placed it on her sexy tits, running it over her nipples making them stand out. The ice had melted and jacky stood up, telling me to follow her to the bed and to loose my jocks in the process. She sat on the edge of the bed before. There seemed to be light at the end of my hangover -tunnel and I decided to tease her to death. My fingers crawled up to the skirt, but instead of going underneath my fingers spidered over the gree and yellow fabric. If she was in heat I might as well get her burning. Burning with desire.One of my primitive instincts I am always urge to celebrate is smell, so turned my face to her and did some subtle but serious sniffing.There was hardly a sent of parfume, but there was serotones, oriental.