After she caught her breath she asked me how I knew. I didn't want to tell her Keith is the only guy she fucks that smells like that. He works running...equipment and I know that guy sweats his ass off. So I made up something. I said I can tell just by the taste of his cum. I don't believe you she said. I was wipping my mouth off , I said lets bet. You go get a shower and then go fuck and I'll guess. She said tonight? Yeah tonight, get that sexy pussy of your's wore out again and I'll guess who. "We shouldn't be doing this." Oh come on, just let your hair down."I kissed her neck and rubbed her pussy with one hand while the other was firmly placed on her left breast.She started to moan, whine, and gasp as air escaped her lungs she, automatically pulled off her blue shirt revealing the tits I was so fond of when walking with her.Without any rhyme or reason, I unbuckled her belt and took off her short shorts and underwear, her pussy fully exposed.I mimicked the sounds I heard when. He slipped his member out of her to spill more of his seed between her quivering thighs, splattering the fur pelts that lined the recess and coating her belly in it.Lena bit her lip, seething with arousal, rubbing her thighs together and running a finger through the gunk that pooled on her stomach. It was so thick and warm, more like clumps of preserves than the watery emission that humans produced. She could feel it sticking to her insides, clogging her tunnel and doing its level best to. She was twenty-eight. I’m six foot tall and she is just a couple of inches shorter. She wore her dark brown hair in a pony tail. When the light was just right some red highlights showed. As far as I could tell her body was toned and slender, small boobs and slender hips. She didn’t dress to draw attention to herself at all. She willingly shared about her work, her education and about Nebraska where she had grown up. She said nothing about past boyfriends, ex-husbands or girl friends. She held.