Her mind wandered back to the events of two days ago where she had met that gorgeous stranger at the park and had scandalously gone down on him. She w...shed now she'd gotten his name because she couldn't stop thinking about how he'd made her feel. She'd felt alive for the first time in her entire life, and the rush was amazing. She'd never given her ex husband a blow job, but somehow with this stranger it had felt so right, so natural. And when he exploded in her mouth, she completely shocked. The waiting room was small, with only a couple chairs and a coffee table. Back issues of National Geographic and Women’s Day were scattered across the table. A small window rested in the wall directly across from the door and Marcia walked up to it. There didn’t appear to be anybody there. She looked around the counter and saw one of those annoying silver bells sitting there. She gave it a hesitant tap and waited. Almost instantly someone appeared from somewhere behind the counter. The man. We all sat back in the hot tub – I was turgid with lust and could tell so was Charley. ‘I want us all to be best friends’, Ruth explained, ‘Charley has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, but Joe has the best fit in my ass. I want both of you inside me tonight.’ I was floored at her words, but was so horny by this time I’d have fucked a cowboy boot. Ruth led us out of the hot tub to the cabana, seating Charley in a chair, then kneeling in front of him helping him wiggle out of his trunks. ‘Watch. La mattina però per presentarsi al lavoro in uno stato presentabile fu costretta a fermarsi al bar a fare colazione cosa che la costrinse neanche dopo un ora ad andare a fare pipì. La pipì calda scorreva tra le pareti arrossate della passerina di Profumo di Dafne producendo dei dolori lancinanti. Questi dolori furono tremendi la pipì aveva infatti prodotto il risultato di acuirli ancorà di più e impedirono a Profumo di Dafne di concentrarsi come avrebbe voluto sul lavoro e ogni tanto si recava.