When she no longer felt the urge, Gretchen reached towards the toilet paper roll."Bend over. I'll take care of that." Karen offered excitedly."Well, o...." Gretchen agreed as she bent over. "I DO love to have my ass wiped with a nice soft tongue rather than that rough toilet paper."Thrilled, Karen spread her friend's ass one more time and dove face first into her dirty crack. A wet layer of Gretchen's scat covered the pucker of her hole, spreading out past the sexy little wrinkles. Karen's tongue. Actually, that was the first time we both were going by bike. We enjoyed it.After the interview, I pick her, had lunch and thought of what next. I suggested roaming simply in the bike. She liked it and agreed. We roamed a lot and I asked her to hug me while going by bike. She was not ready to do it but gave me short hugs. That time her boobs pressed on me and both liked it a lot.Later she was getting tired in the hot sun. So I said let’s go to the room. But she didn’t like the idea of being. She began to tell of some adventurous sex stories that she had done with other men. One story that she told me really stuck in my mind. She began to tell me the story and this is her story; "One day I was lying on the beach listening to the waves crash on the shore in the middle of the night. I fell asleep and I was awaken by a tall sexy black male police officer telling me I had to leave or he would have to arrest me. I stood and tried to talk the officer from taking to jail and when he. On the threshold stood her husband, hair wild, eyes mad, and pants undone. So shocked at her appearance, she didnt think to move when Oliver rushed across the room and swept her up in a bear hug and spun her around. Ive done it, he murmured into her hair. Ive done it. Its over. Done what? Emily shrieked against his chest. Whats done Oliver? What have you done? The project! He sat her down gently, still holding her by the shoulders. By the look in her eyes, she was obviously supposed to know.