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Its just you grannma, you see worse daily i knw that said alice and walked away to the kitchen. .nothing granma, i fart a lot now a days, i try to control it but it gets stinky said alice with a sad face. Its happening with you too Said granny and smiled. Its not a big deal honey, all your aunts even your mom has the same problem.alice was listening to her granny and was still in shock." What do u mean grandma, why should i worry if aunts fart and i know about mommy. I can understand kid, said mercy and got up. "imagine that happening when a guy is down on me" said alice.
As David brings his face down again to Alice's impatient bum, he again smells the shitty stench coming from around her anus. As David wiggles his tongue around the opening of Alice's bum hole he has to come up and take a breath to avoid choking. 'My darling David, didn't I tell you you'd like it?' I knew you'd love tasting my sticky, smelly bum hole covered in my shit. She can smell the aroma of her shit and David's saliva on his lips and breath as she kisses him deeply, thrusting her tongue deep in to his mouth, then gently sucking on his lips, just to get the full taste of her own dirty bum from his mouth.
As I sat down next to Mr McGreggor he turned to me and said "Mr Oldcastle and I have been having a little chat about your husband. Oldcastle set that telephone call up so you and I can be alone for a while." His hand moved slowly up my skirt and began to stroke my thigh. As he slapped away he said to McGreggor, "I'm surprised you left these on." He gave my knickers a twang, "She has got to have one of the most perfect rears I have ever seen." Mr Oldcastle looked at me as I was pulling my jumper back down, "Yes you are right, but I think it is up to the young lady."
So I was a little surprised when she had rung me during the week and told me that she had a new car and wanted to use the garage and asked if I would mind coming and picking my bike up. As I sat there I could feel my cock going hard at the thought of seeing her pussy and ass again. My cock throbbed as I watched her push her ass in the air completely spreading her peachy cheeks. I quickly shoved my cock in to the hilt and began pumping her hard, my balls slapping off her ass cheeks. Jane felt my balls erupting inside her and began to cum too, bucking wildly and then collapsing flat on the bed.
Alice smiled inwardly, she knew she looked good and loved it when men openly admired her. I was a bit gauche with women, especially ones that openly looked at you with their all knowing eyes. "So, Bob, you liked looking at my sweaty bum, did you?" With alice talking like this, my discomfiture was diminishing and I felt more comfortable saying things I wouldn't otherwise have said. "Yes, Alice, I suspect naked would be nice, but I prefer them in knickers and bra. "Alice, I do not mind, but yes, sometimes dirty and sweaty is nice." Bob obliged and as he rose, yes, as she suspected from the bulge in his jogging bottoms, he was getting turned on with this talk of dirty knickers.
"Your looking pretty good yourself." She said, "Let's get the car and get something to eat." And with that we walked towards the garage. A "game" was on so I quickly bent over the car bonnet, instantly Vicki's hand began to slap my behind. I felt Vicki's hands lift up my black dress over my waist exposing my black underwear to the mechanic. Vicky then gave my rump a minutes worth of spanking, when she had finished she turned to the mechanic, "Right my man! I want to see your tight knickered arse!" Vicky immediately lifted her skirt, revealing her red, lacy panties to our view. Vicki's head turned and she looked at me with an enormous smile, "Beat my arse senseless!" she screamed.
My poor little pooh-pooh hole was still swollen from last night when my girlfriend, Sarah, and her new boyfriend, Tom, came over to my apartment for dinner. My cunt was quivering: shooting blast, after blast, of piss out of me with each and every inward thrust of the bottom of the Chardonnay bottle, rammed deep into my bung-hole without quarter, until every fucking drop of warm golden rain was in the process, of being pumped out of my bulging wine-filled bladder, squirting high up into the air above us, like a reluctant, hesitant, fountain, malfunctioning in a sunny square, somewhere, in a courtyard of Seville.