I had no choice!" Here she giggled, a sort of lunatic cackle that caused chills to run down Arnie's spine. Her cackle was echoed by the women next to ...er."It's a smell that you can't resist," she continued. "I was disappointed when you said the smell was coming from a batch of donuts that weren't ready. I went back to my office, but I couldn't stop thinking about those donuts all day. So, I came back over at the end of the day, with my friends Betty and Sarah" -- here the other two cackled that. She then turned sideways, breathed deeply expanding her chest which, in turn, expanded my trunks, sat down and started leisurely smoothing suntan oil all over her stunning body."Hi, I'm Heather, I just moved here with my Mom. Who're you?" I'm Shawn, I live here with my Mom, too. Small world, huh?"Okay, not the most brilliant conversation in the world but, look, I'm in testosterone-overload looking at her smooth, shiny skin, such a wide expanse of skin. She had so much of her breasts exposed. Her left leg bent at the knee and higher than her right leg, on the bottom. Her tits sat pressed between her chest and her arms that were up underneath her head. She looked like an angel, and already my cock was pulsing. I knew that with the muscle relaxants I was likely going to get away with more than I had before, but I still wanted to be cautious not wanting to risk losing the most amazing thing that ever happened to me. I stripped down and snuggled up beside her in bed, my cock pressed. To my surprise, he took a hairbrush out of the drawer of the end table and began brushing my hair. I love to have my hair brushed. Sandy would always brush it to cheer me up when I was feeling down or home sick. It felt so good and relaxed me.He asked me about my childhood, growing up and about college. About my roommates, friends and favorite things I liked to do. I wanted to learn something about him, but he ignored my questions and changed the subject when I tried to ask him a question..