“Christ! You smell like a wet dog.” Darlene gave me a sloppy wet kiss of welcome as our small mob continued toward the shower.“Perhaps he smells...like a wet wolf,” Seraina laughed with a wink.“Yeah, an old soggy beast with stinky fur.” Darlene’s nose wrinkled as she gave me an inquiring glance.I shrugged and looked over at the gals assembling along the second-floor railing opposite our position. We had become persons of interest, and the sisters were curious to see what the cat dragged. She had a plain but not unattractive face, was tall and slim, with beautiful long brown hair and, I guessed, 34- B or C breasts that stood straight out; just the way I liked them. She was an athletic looking but mostly bookish nerd, which her glasses only accentuated.A couple of times, when I was there and both of them were out, I went through Rena's underwear drawer and played with her bras and panties ... especially her panties. I spread a few pair out on her bed and jerked off into a tissue. Fogg’s project was absurdly foolish. Whatever his punctuality, he could not prevent the delays which were certain to occur, and a delay of only two or three days would be fatal to his tour.’ ‘Observe, too,’ added John Sullivan, ‘that we have received no intelligence from him, though there are telegraphic lines all along is route.’ ‘He has lost, gentleman,’ said Andrew Stuart, ‘he has a hundred times lost! You know, besides, that the China the only steamer he could have taken from New York to. He pulled back until just the headof his cock remained inside of me. I groaned and tried to push back,but he moved too."Who's the slut?" I am!" I said. "I'm a slut." He teased me with a few half-strokes,causing me to moan."Who's the slut, Stacey?" I tried pushing back against him again, andagain, he moved to block my efforts. I groaned my frustration."I'm the slut!" I said. "I'm a sissy slut for big black cock! Fuck me!Shove your big black cock inside me and fuck my ass hard!"He lunged.