That smell was better than the odor of dirty socks, which is an old man living alone smell. I have no idea where that image came from, but it was the ...ne I had."You started me doing pen and ink drawings to help you and I discovered I enjoyed creating them," he said pointing to the half dozen drawing thumb tacked to the wall of his one large room.The apartment was a studio apartment for sure. On one wall there was a kitchen, another was a living room and bedroom space, and a third was a bathroom. I blushed and cleared my throat, trying to ignore the fact that I still wanted someone’s cock- at this point, I didn’t care whose it was. I idly rubbed one of my hard nipples and bit my lower lip while eyeing the other two boys, arching my back in hopes that at least one of them would understand my body language. “Damn. That isn’t fair!” Drake complained. “Why does Tim get to have all the fun? Where’s the love for Drakey? My balls are tense and my penis needs attention from a sexy lady like. ”“Ash, you're being so bold. I thought you were so goody-two-shoes.”“Now you know different. Let's get our clothes off and get to it. Father only stays in his den long enough to catch up on his email and junk. Come on, I'm wet for you. Put your finger inside of me to see. Hell, put two or three fingers in there. I want you.” Michelle hesitated only a few seconds and her own desires overtook her. She shrugged out of the sweater and bra exposing small breasts with very pert nipples the size of. Good for them. I didn'tneed a closet full of embroidered paraphernalia to surmise this. The housewas monstrous in size. Though I couldn't tell how maintained it was fromthe outside in the pouring rain. I would have my grand tour now I supposed.I took off my drenched coat and found the black suit I wore, minus a tiewhich I had removed earlier and left in the car, to only be partially damp.My shoes squeaked as I entered the marble floor of the great hall. Stillnobody came out to greet me. Odd.