Damn; it was the kind of persistently vulgar flavor that emphasizes the fact that cum is not meant for the mouth. If the smell does not stop you, the ...lavor should, and if that is not enough to dissuade you then you are a slut driven more by perversion than reason. As I started to get over the experience of licking the creeps cum I saw why he ran. A car was headed our way from the freeway. I could not run in my stiletto boots so I did my best to get off my knees on the wet gravel and drive off. We met a friend of hers in the morning and she took us to see various tourist attractions in the city. We did an awful lot of walking in the sun so it was a relief to get to the little house we rented.I was tired and went upstairs to rest while she and her friend talked and drank beer. In the late afternoon I awoke to find my girlfriend in bed with me drunk and horny. "I'm hard and I need to cum" she told me touching me with one hand while her other hand gripped her erect cock. I wondered what. I prepared my bed in the next room and went down to the kitchen to drink some water since I was dehydrated a little. Then I drank some water and opened the refrigerator to search for some snacks. I found only chocolates. I was disappointed and was not feeling sleepy also. Then I came to the living room and was resting on the sofa, with my eyes closed.Suddenly, I felt the urge to pee. So I went to the bathroom to finish the job. This bathroom was attached to the bathroom which was in the bedroom. I almost could not believe what I was seeing. I wanted to stop it somehow, but I was unable to move. My rapidly inflating cock, however, betrayed my true feelings.As Will continued to rub oil onto her back and sides, sounds were coming from Heather that I had not heard since we were newlyweds. She was gorgeous, her eyes closed in a dream-like state; her face was relaxed, yet it shone with the pleasure she was experiencing. She breathed heavily through her mouth, occasionally biting her own.