.. If it's mostly sugar then why does it taste kinda salty? I mean, why do people say it tastes salty?" You fucking dumbass! Tastes? So embarrassing..... Christine blushed as she heard a few chuckles from the boys. "Well..." Vasiliev was startled by his young student's response. "Some people believe that the taste receptors for sweet are on the tip of the tongue not the back of the throat." The class erupted with laughter and Christine sank into her chair, mortified. Oh my God... How fucking. No place to retreat to now! I put on the best smile I could manage and we entered the Roller Rink. We had only been here once before. About a year ago, when visiting Grandma and Grandpa Smith we came here with our cousins for an afternoon of skating. It had been a nice day for all of us. We sort of knew where everything was, so it was easy to find the coat racks and a place to put our purses. With that done, we went up to the counter to get our skates. "Afternoon ladies! What size?" The man at. . . What?" I am not commanding you, I am giving you permission. You will sniff her butt on your own. It is what you crave. And, you have permission. It is what you want. It is what we want. It is what she wants. Sniff her butt!"Shadi struggled. Anguish consumed him. "Do it now, Shadi. This is your only chance. If you do not sniff her butt now, you will never have the chance again. Do not miss out. Sniff her butt or she will leave forever. Sniff, Shadi. Sniff her butt!"The young young girls. ’ ‘It’ll be alright,’ Alyson said. ‘Doctors can do amazing stuff.’ ‘They sure can,’ Dana Lee said. ‘We don’t even know how serious it is.’ ‘I know,’ Amy said as she pulled her cigarettes and a lighter from the waistband of her black bikini bottoms. Just as Amy was letting out a stream of smoke from her freshly lit cigarette, Gina came back into the house and said, ‘Oh fuck yeah. Give me one of those.’ Amy giggled despite the situation as Alyson and Dana Lee exchanged looks when Amy handed over.