In my grieving mind I sought to punish her by befouling the body she would take for granted. When you’re broken hearted, self-destruction makes a lo... of sense. So I oiled up, tied my hair back in a tight bun, put on a pair of horned rim glasses, put on a plain dress with nothing on underneath and I went to a porn theater. It was dark there and it had plenty of horny guys. I took a seat in the very back row and started watching the movie. I had a third degree black belt and I wasn’t too afraid. “I know!” Karen said, feeding her submissive cum-slut his daily treat. She squeezed out the last few drops. They splattered on Jamie’s cheek, missing his open, searching mouth entirely. “Do all guys cum that much?” Becky asked.Karen giggled. “No! Most guy shoot a whole lot more!” She released her grip on his legs and Jamie lay back on the bed. She pointed to his slimy genitals. “Look how small his balls are. Those baby-makers are halt the size of a real man’s!” Noticing her cum-covered fingers. The midges were constantly flitting around, aggravating them both. Matt found some camouflage cream, and proffered it to Gary."Here put some of this on. It will deter the insects." Gary accepted gratefully, and copied how Matt put the cream on. He didn't cover the face, but rather dragged the cream down diagonally, thus breaking up the regular planes of the face. For the fiftieth time Matt looked at his watch. It was just past Ten. Night had fallen, but the moon was bright, although under the. The door was closed, and Karls shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Maries pink spandex shorts and halter top. Karl must have stripped her naked before they even got into the bedroom. As I often do when I am alone with Maries dirty clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the house for me to pick up and wash, I rubbed my face in the still moist crotch of her shorts, inhaled the aroma, and played with myself a little bit. But then I.