When Joyce finished, she looked directly into Bobbie's eyes. After studying them for a few moments the woman began to bawl.Since Bobbie was sitting on...the inside of the booth, Tom instantly jumped up to let her out. Gently but firmly he lifted Ann Henry out of her seat on the outside and seated her where Bobbie had been, while Bobbie took her former seat. Taking the girl into her arms, Bobbie easily overcame her resistance and pulled her close, settling Joyce's face in her shoulder — her head. So I just blurted the only thing that came to my mind. "Smells peachy." Peachy? I hope not. This is supposed to invoke mental images in a man's mind of wild passionate sex, not of some peach orchard."My mother said the "sex" word to me. But I didn't have time to think about her choice of words and rattled off a quick explanation. "Uh, no. Peachy is just an expression. Peachy keen, you know. The perfume has a smell that I can't really describe."With one tug on my wrist, she pulled me to my. She yanked my pants down to my knees and mouthed me through my jockey shorts.Then she pulled my underwear down, giggling when my freed cock went "sprong!" and slapped her in the cheek. She licked my cock up and down on the underside. Up and down her tongue slid, from the tip clear down to my balls. After licking my balls she worked her way back up the underside of my shaft until reaching the top, she licked all the way around my engorged head, then tried to fuck the tip of her tongue into my. She realized at one point she wasmoaning, then screaming. Not out of pain or anger, but out of lust. Shewrapped her hands around Sam's neck; her manicured nails digging into hisflesh as she raked and clawed. Her shaven legs, still clad in the thigh-high stockings and punctuated with the 5" heels wrapped around his hipsand pulled him deeper into her waiting pussy. They momentarily lockedeyes; Sam's emanating a predatory sense of satisfaction, Veronica's acombination of fear and submission. The.