Genetics are a weird thing, eh? When I first met Wendy Parker, I thought she was Mexican or Brazilian or something but the tall, bronzed cutie proudly...told me that she was mixed-race. I liked her, but in those days, I was painfully shy around the ladies. Wendy liked me, I think, but I waited too long and she ended up with this guy named Steve, and I married Mary Anne. I smiled at Wendy as she walked by, and imagine my surprise when she smiled at me and actually stopped. Wendy looked me up and. You only came out when you heard your friend screaming, and you are not properly presented. Since the paddling clearly had no effect yesterday, you get five minutes on the pony too."She, too, was cuffed and led to the other device. Having watched, she was wise enough to not fight as her friend continued to struggle, scream and shout. In fact, a minute short of the timer, Jesmina could no longer hold on to the contents of her bladder and she voided it over the cross-piece of the pony and the. She ran four fingers up and down my ass crack and paid special attention to my ass hole. She heard my breathe rush in when she did that and laughed, "Oh, were gonna have fun, baby."I actually thought she was going to make me cum just with her hands but she rinsed us both and turned the water off. After drying off Linda grabbed my cock and knelt down, drawing my hard dick into her warm mouth, her green eyes staring into mine, a grin on her face as she deep throated my cock. After a few minutes. While Harry was just a plain bar-soap kind of guy, he had to admit that the lightly scented body-wash was pleasant and felt good on his skin. The shampoo had a delicate scent to it as well and lathered nicely. He felt stress being washed away along with the mud and grime from his time in the brush with Bubba.Finally clean and smelling good, Harry had to chuckle at the thought of his new smell. Would Bubba even recognize him? He emerged from the shower to find that someone had been in and.