I grunted and thanked him and begged for more. He spit on my rock hard little dick as he grunted, farting over and over again into my shit-filled mout.... i left it open for his next deposit. He squeezed out a few more small pieces of shit then turned around to admire his work. By this time my mouth was full of thick hot nasty shit and my mouth and lower half of my face were covered as well. i looked like a clogged toilet. Justin spit on me as i hungrily chewed his shit down my throat. The nasty. The complete opposite of my type!He wasn’t an ugly old man, but c’mon. He was old. Well- older, I guess. 40-ish or 50?I know he didn’t used to look like that. FJ showed me an old photo of Mr. Giovanni that he hung on their living room wall when he was on the high school wrestling team. He was in the heavy weight category and he looked like a hulking monster. Just imagine Greek god FJ but in a white and red singlet covered in black body hair and a full beard. All that hair grossed me out.The. As we drove, I kept glancing at her as we talked and realized that she also dressed in a very sophisticated mode now. Gone were the baggy tops, torn jeans, sloppy hair style, and no makeup. For just an hour flight, she had on a nice tank top, a short mini-skirt, very classy black ‘pumps’, The clothes certainly added a new dimension to her that I had never seen in her over the past 6 years. So, being exposed to the ‘jet setters’ in LA had left its’ mark on her. Even her scruffy, long,. With one last prolonged groan he stills, holding me down on his groin while his cock twitches inside my cunt, releasing deep inside me. It sends me over the edge for one last time, joining him in bliss. I collapse on top of him, trying to catch my breath. “That was amazing,” I say in a slurred voice, smiling against his neck. He doesn’t answer, just holds me tight, stroking my hair. Slowly I begin to come down from my high and my brain seems to start functioning again. What the fuck just.