I ran my tongue around and into his arsehole, it was dirty, dried shit hung on some of the wiry hairs around his hole, I licked and sucked them, fee...ing my body tremble. My tongue aggressively stabbed into his anus, penetrating him, tasting him, rather tasting a morsel of what was to come, I wanted it now. I was about to say 'come on' when I felt his hole start to expand.Then it started to emerge, I drew back a bit. Slowly the brown turd emerged till about four inches protruded, there was. Its hard to explain. She just got totally lost in her own orgasms. By experiencing that firsthand, I learned to totally enjoy and get lost in my own. After graduation, Clare moved back to her hometown, and I never saw or heard from her again. But I still have fond memories of Clares beautiful blonde head bobbing up and down on my long schlong and of her dirty dancing on my dickher mouth agape and small tits flapping as she humped me hard and squealed with delight. And my recall of the tight. Sliding down the bottoms of my suit, I step out of them and into the hot water. Laying there in the bathtub felt so good the warmth of the water engulfing my body. My mind was relaxed and thinking of Ryan, I love knowing his name after seeing him today. Laying my head against the tub arching my back my breasts rose up and my brown hair cascading down my back. Taking my bath sponge and squeezing some wash onto it and getting a nice lather I start at my neck and work my way down my chest. Feeling. If anyone asks me about it, I want to know what happened.”“Well, do what you feel you must, but it sounds like a non-event to me. I’ll ask, but I’m not terribly interested in the story.”“Okay, I’ll leave you alone to enjoy your day off. Have fun and tell your friend ‘hi’ for me.”“I will,” Phil lied, before hanging up, suspecting he’d set himself up for ridicule. If he kept attracting attention—fighting beings no one else could see—he was likely to face increasing scrutiny over time. Sooner or.