Farm Mother

I dropped the pants in my mad rage and picked up the skirt. Without even thinking I brought it to my mouth, but there was no taste really. dam, she wore panties with these. So i snatched up the underwear from my lap, and, once again, without thinking, jammed the crotch of the first pair right into my mouth. This tasted even better then the jeans. I let the different tastes swim around on my tongue before I swallowed then down my dry throat. I swiveled my lips around them, and licked then dry. The taste is uncanny, and great, like fresh, dirty salty rain. I swallowed her pussy juice, her piss, and her sweat all in one major finishing gulp

I cleaned my area up, and exited the bathroom. My breath smelled of poon, and my lips probably tasted like poon. My toast was on the table, on a paper plate, with jam and butter next to it. Jennifer sat at the table to eating. My friend was in the other bathroom, showering. She looked up at me as I sat, “you ok, you were in there a while? ” I smiled lightly, “Yeah, I’m ok. ” While saying this, I coughed, and a load on pussy smelling air came jolting out of my lungs, and into the air around her. “Ohh, man, bad breath dude. ” Her face puckered, and her eyes watered. Who knew the smell of her own vagina would annoy her. I sat down and laughed out loud, “sorry, i do have bad morning breath. “