All of the girls tasted fantastic, but Patti definitely tasted the best. She had the sweetest tasting cum I had ever had.The girls' imagination never ...eased to amaze me. The next contest was to see who could let the smelliest fart. As you have probably guessed, I was to be the judge. Each girl took their turn sticking their asshole against my nose and farting their very best, or should I say, their worst. Next they tried to let the wettest fart. They even had me taste their farts. I never knew. Spacious, with a baby yellow décor; a couple of shelves and her computer desk displayed photos and trinkets, yet it was still neat and tidy. In the centre was her bed a queen sized, delicate, and white iron four poster bed, complete with gossamer curtains. I went to sit down on the soft blankets of her bed when she held a hand out to stop me. “No, you have to go wait in the bathroom,” Linda commanded. “But didn’t you say you wanted to show me something?” “Yes, but I want it to be a surprise,”. His response to the awaiting woman was the classic, “Your place or mine?”She brightened up and said she lived close by. The dinner remnants were packed up and they set out toward the “new horizon”. Johnny’s mind was racing as she led the way to her domicile. Fears and questions; horny and scared thoughts.Her little apartment wasn’t much but it would do. She got out some Polish vodka, commenting that the Poles, not the Russians, invented it. He passed, feeling the beers and not wanting to have. She was left standing there completely nude a small well trimmed triangle of hair just above her slit. She began taking more pictures of herself; she must have taken around thirty before she finally stopped. Sitting back down at her computer she connected her camera and began to flick through the pictures both the portraits and the full body shots. She immediately deleted all the shots of her in her underwear leaving only the nude shots once she had finally chose one she attached the pictures.