It reached the hem of my shorts, forced it’s way in. Sex video but wasn’t there the faintest trace of the smell after sex? “Actually…” I bend over and licked it’s head. His warm hand touched my thigh, brushed my skin. Yes, I was dirty, sweaty and probably smelling. Each thrust harder than the one before. The sun was shining, a soft breeze rustled the bushes around me. As his hand touched my ponytail I let out a soft moan. Would that ever get better? While I was waiting for my items I scanned the headlines of the papers. Shortly I pondered if I should roll up the legs of my army pants, decided against it.
