The whole evening is a rush. From the first drink he buys her, to the dancing, to the conversation that we have. The cab ride to the hotel, him slowly...undressing her, seeing, touching, tasting her most intimate places, but the thing that turns me on most is the scent of the evening. Psychologists are now telling us that “Our sense of smell and our emotional experience are fundamentally interconnected, bi-directionally communicative and functionally the same.” and that our sense of smell also. She was an only child so I was the closest thing she had to a brother. When I got to college I found something that would help me take the guilt out of my mind. I began to hit the gym regularly. I was in there at least three times a week for four hours. It worked, I didn't feel so bad. I didn't party much as I wanted to succeed in my profession. That and I was just tired of hanging with people who thought they were so much better than everyone else. I turned twenty three when I graduated. “UGGGHHH ohhh shit, I’mm cuummming, UGGGHHHH,” he grunted. He held on tight as he fill me up. I could feel his jizz spilling back out my ass. Another orgasm hit me as I screamed out, “AAAAHHH fuck, OHHH I’m cumming.” As I felt my orgasm explode out of me, everything went black. When I finally opened my eyes, I almost forgot where I was, when I felt the pains from my beating return to me. I broke down crying, realizing what had happened, and how I had given in at the end. I felt so. “It’s up to you, baby. But, naked?” “How about I keep the thong on?” “I doubt it will make much of a difference.” “It’s supposed to be sexy, Tom.” “Well, you’ll have it over everybody else.” “What’s your plan for sexy PJs?” “I was just going to wear sweatpants and a T-shirt.” “No T-shirt, darling. And you should wear those Army running shorts.” “Honey, I have to wear a jock strap with them. Otherwise, my cock will peek out at the bottom of the leg.” “Exactly what I’m thinking,” she answered..