The Oinment - BBBBTS - Sex Stories

The Oinment - BBBBTS

Buck's Big Boob Bed Time Stories.... I was pretty much d***k, as I passed out in the hotel lobby. I remember some of my friends taking me to my suite. I woke up a day later, behind some trash cans, in a alley way. I could hear some people cheering behind me. I rolled over. Some beer cans fell of my chest. I turned to see a big crowd cheering and waving there hands. I walked over and squinted my eyes. They were cheering for a cock fight. Two big rooster were going at it. I reached into my pocket to pull out a twenty. I then get knocked over the head by a policeman. I woke up 3 days later in a jail cell. I was set free, for a lack of evidence. There were no charges. I went to pick up my stuff. I had to sign for the money in my pocket. My passport, wallet and some clothes. I was just about ready to leave...when I heard my name.. "Mr Kelly! You forgot this." said a voice. I turned to see a jar of white ointment and a jar of red ointment. I looked around. What the fuck was it. I walked back to the counter. I leaned in to get both jars. I tossed them with the rest of my stuff. I had no idea what the ointment was for or how I got it. I was still a little foggy, on what happened since I got to Tijuana Mexico. I took a taxi back to my hotel. I found my bags at the front desk. I then took a taxi back to the USA. I had to sign a release form, that the two jars, were not hazardous. I told them it was for my lower back. There were no labels on either jar. I got back to my house about 6 ...

... hours later. I went right inside and fell asl**p on my big water bed. The next day, I took a long shower. I shaved some small hairs on my chest. I then shaved around my cock, making it nice and clean. I combed my short hair. I just shook my head as I saw my bags on the floor of the bathroom. I put a towel around my waist. I then leaned down to pull out the two jars of ointment. I opened the white jar first. I looked under the metal cap. There were small instruction in Spanish. I then opened the red jar. There were tiny instructions in Spanish under that cap. I smelled the ointment before I tighten both jars. There was no smell or odor. What the fuck was up with these jars of cream. I then walked back into my room. I put both jars on my night stand. I went to my boring job making burgers. I put on the brown uniform and stood behind the counter. All day young k**s kept coming in ordering burgers and fries and bitching about the heat. The only thing that made my day any brighter, was the manager of the place. "Milka" She was half Mexican and half Italian. She was all Latina, as she liked to call herself. She had the perfect olive dark skin. Almost light mocha. She always wore the sexist perfume. I usually could smell her before I saw her. She was almost like my ideal woman. She was not very voluptuous. She was only 5ft 4. But she a big personality. She just need a little bit more curves around her body. She had below average breast and a below average size butt. She would walk ...