The Scarecrow intensified his efforts and finally ejaculated a heavy load of corn milk onto Dorothy's ass and legs. He gasped for breath as he was a v...ry old scarecrow now. "You have to leave now," said Dorothy as she hitched up her jeans and tucked her work shirt down inside. "Must I really leave?" he asked standing there with his straw cock still dripping. Dorothy reached out and gabbed it. The benefit of having a man made primarily out of straw was that she could mold his cock to whatever. We did the ad and got a few calls but one caller turned out to be our savior! This guy called us and said he had several houses to clean up and told us to meet him later the next day. We showed up and he was a fairly good looking guy and was driving a new Jaguar. He walked around the property we were at and told us what he needed done, etc. We took down notes, etc. to get ready for an estimate but thats when he told my husband the strangest thing..he said that I looked so good in the ad that he. We would then towel each other off, rubbing our semi-hard cocks together and then he told me to get into my bathing suit as he did the same. He loved to wear a pair of nylon running shorts that outlined his cock so well when they were wet so I was looking forward to getting into the pool. he loved it when I wore my light blue speedos the showed my outline too.We jumped into the pool together and we could not keep our hands off of one another, kissing each other with a lot of tongue and. ”Alana grinned at me. “You understand, right? Being in grad school and all?”“Funny.”Back in our campsite, Lara had the Coleman fired up and was heating the pasta water. She gave us a grin as she took a long swig of her wine.“Can you clean that up? It’s gross!” Megan complained, pointing at the spattered newspapers that still lined the table like a crime scene. Sophie, while not petrified like her friend was, also kept her distance as if the guts might jump onto her shirt if she got too.