He leans forward and clinks her glass. "You always sit on the knees of men you haven't been introduced to? Come ON, I'm just kidding you. I'm Eric." J...dy," she says."You're not from around these parts, Judy."She takes a gulp of her drink, gasps as a spike of bourbon hits her between the eyes, and says, "Australia."Three conversations and two more bourbon and cokes later, they have discussed boomerang throwing, cattle ranches and 3-D Movies. The ice has thawed and she's curled nicely in the. "My brain, paralyzed by her smell, her full breast, and her touch, has no idea what she is talking about. It is trying to connect to anything. Is she talking about the pictures? Where is everyone?She places her hand on my shoulder and slowly rotates my chair so I face her. She leans into me and kisses me. Her lips are so soft on mine. I fall into her like Alice down the rabbit hole.Her tongue enters my mouth and I taste her for the first time. So fresh and sweet, her tongue draws mine in to. I sit on noses not just because it feels so awesome but because (the confession here) I want to be sure my scent is all over his nose so he smells me long after we are apart. I call it scenting and it is done very sensually with a slow rocking and rubbing motion on the mans nose. The length of time I sit depends on how well I think I have scented him. If he just licked my ass and then I sat on his face immediately, then it will take some time before I can scent his face enough. If there has. I never for the life of me expected to ever see something I studied in college there. Never mind all that, this is an ancient artifact called the medallion of Zulo. According to legend it is supposed to have the power to transform the wearer to fit anything that is touched to it. If I had touched a dress to it, Greg would have become a woman, as ugly as that thought is." We all laughed nervously at her joke."Anyway," She continued, "I reasoned if we picked up some clothing that would have fit a.