His dick smelled like laundry detergent and musky skin which motivated me to really bury my tongue under that sack. As I smooched and licked his bag, ... slow stroked his growing cock. I could feel all his foreskin slide up and down across the hardening shaft."That's it dog, get in there. Eat them nuts. Just like that. That's what I'm talkin about," sighed Dante as I nuzzled the skin where the shaft connects to the balls.Dante leaned back and was fully relaxed. After having my face smashed into. We finally arrived at 'The Countryman Inn' a small and quiet hotel in the middle of some really nice countryside, and only a village nearby.We were shown to our room, (No.8) not bad nothing special, a double bed, bathroom with a shower, TV and the usual tea making facilities, and a view overlooking the Stream nearby.My wife was unpacking our clothes while I took a look around the hotel, I found the restaurant, and the keep fit area, and finally the bar.I decided to have a quick pint of beer,. Mommy, June said. Please do tell us what you have on you dirty mind! Well first we can swallow each others spit, my mom said. Theres nothing you wont be willing to do after you exchange some nasty bodily fluids! Then my mother unexpectedly pulled my sisters hair back and as soon as she opened her mouth to object she spat into her mouth. My sister swallowed her spit, she then spat into my moms mouth and watched her swallow. Then they both came to me and took turns spitting into my mouth. They. Slowly I walked over and turned off the water. I struggled for a moment to reach the zipper on the long violet crush velvet evening gown I bought a month ago. I pulled the zipper down to my waist and slipped the satin spaghetti straps off my shoulders and carefully folded it up and placed in over my shoes. I slowly removed my black silk panties and tossed them over to my clothes. It was then that I remembered him calling me a bitch and other things. I hated being called that. I know I said some.