He could smell garlic and freedom fries on them. He could hear them talking about ice cream and cake.Jack was almost to Jen’s house. He really liked...sniffing her cooch, but as of late, he had started to develop feelings for her. It hurt him to know he was participating in this charade with a woman he had started to develop feelings for just so he could occasionally sniff her gash and assure her that it didn’t smell like an old goat, or something of that nature. He felt as though he had. "You're into martial arts?" I just started last summer," said Tina. "I'm not very good at it." Cool," said Allen. "What style?" Well, it's based on Kenpo, but it's not really one style," she replied."Oooo, a match made in heaven," purred Brenda."Quiet Brenda," said Allen. "Which studio are you with?" We don't go to the studio much," said Tina. "Mostly Sensei comes and teaches us. We go sometimes though. He has sparring on Sundays." Who's your Sensei?" Scott Turcotte."Allen looked. I will never forget this day. I wanted to be your lover since I was eight. I have been reading historical romances novels for years. You were always my hero. Today you are my lover. Kiss me again.”He gives me a long kiss. His hand caresses me. He lies down beside me and rolls me to my side. I can feel his erection pushing on my stomach. He cups my bum cheeks and then I feel his finger probing my bum hole. It fells funny but nice. I have never thought of my tight asshole as sex organ. My. "Her tits feels amazing!"Mary held up her flute of champagne and I held up mine. "To a night of pleasure!" she toasted and our glasses tinked together. The champagne was chilled and bubbly as it slid down my throat. Mary grinned licking her lips after what was probably her first taste of champagne. Fuck, it was my first taste of actual champagne, too. Mary was smiling wantonly and then hiked up her skirt. "Ingrid," she beckoned at the blonde, Nordic woman."Yes, miss?"Mary reached out, grasped.