Maybe I could find out a little more about him.Monday I pulled in at just after four-thirty. Hmm, a line-up of cars and people. I went inside and took...a seat as I watched him deal with the... women... picking up their cars. No guys. I watched as he smiled, charmed and dealt with them one after another. He was seemingly oblivious to the flirting and sexual signals being sent his direction. Very polite and professional.He smiled at me and winked as he finished with the last woman, a middle-aged. Putting her hat down, I bring the jogging bra to my face. I immediately smell the acrid muskiness of her sweat and my cock twitches up in reaction. There must be some strong pheromones soaked into the fabric, and I realize that she must not wash it very often. She probably leaves it here for her daily jog, not bothering to wash it after every run. The soft inner lining where her nipples rub have the least scent, but the straps that wrap around her under her arms have a strong smell, one that. "I groaned as I watched photos of the crowds that had clogged the French Quarter near our hotel after we'd left. The streets were filled with posers, all looking for a miraculous angel come to announce the apocalypse. There were also plenty of wacko blogs discussing such nonsense as well, describing how mankind was going to finally be punished for all their wicked ways. They blamed liberal policies, gays, immigrants and premarital sex. There seemed to be a direct correlation between crazy. .. and knowing they were high school boys that were fascinated by my body just made it all sexier. I sat up facing them as they each cleaned a side of my upper body, of course spending extra attention on my tits. I rinsed out the shampoo in my hair and then lathered in conditioner while lifting my legs on the side of the tub so they could clean my legs and feet. They both were getting really wet as well, but they were naked besides shorts on anyway, and they didn't seem to mind. As they.