His memories were more like seeing photographs or a movieinstead of what was passing before his eyes. His mind was reelingoverloaded with the poverty... smells and foreignness of what washappening."OMG! Why is this so foreign to me? I know I came from a small villagebut I don't remember any of this. This is real and nothing like mymemories."The truck finally came to a stop in a small village. It wasn't much,maybe forty or so wooden structures on both sides of the narrow dirtroad. There was. But eventually James grew tired of dress up and fuzzy handcuffs. He desperately wanted to fuck Marcy in the ass, having never had anal sex before, but Marcy was too frightened to try it, having had a college boyfriend once pull an ‘oops’ on her during doggy style. Also, though sex wasn’t a reward system, Marcy didn’t feel that James had done enough lately to deserve her back door. So, they eventually stopped having sex all together.Marcy considered briefly having an affair to bring back the. I trailed my fingers down over her flat stomach, through her lush bush. I easily slid my fingers into her honey-pot. I withdrew my fingers, now covered with the semen I'd deposited less than five minutes before. Ellen watched with wide eyes as I hesitantly stuck out my tongue to taste my own come. The first taste was salty. I had heard women referring to the "salty flavor" of cum, so it was no surprise. The other thing I noticed was the tang. It's still hard to describe; something like honey,. Besides, it's not like I haven't seen you before. And I think it's really cool that we can be so comfortable around each other."With that I reached for the waistband of my boxers and tugged them down until, like my daughter, I was completely naked. My cock was sticking out away from my body almost like it was a being of its own. Pre-cum was dripping down my thick veiny shaft and coated my big hairy balls, making me very sticky and filling the air with the pungent smell of impending fucking. .