She grasped my arm with a powerful grip: her fingers crushingmy arm painfully and propelled me out of the room as though I was afeather. Half dragging...me for a mercifully short distance along acorridor we reached a steel door, which she opened with a large key froma bunch around her waist. Inside were rows of shelves, stacked withidentical cardboard boxes, she scanned the lot and pulled down onelabelled 40 which she thrust into my arms before pushing me down thecorridor past even more doors. The waitress is shocked and mumbles, "Gee ... I'm not sure... um ..." Suddenly we all laugh again, and introduce you to our friend Kim, whom we've known for years. Axel gets up out of the booth. His pants are open and his cock is out, since he was masturbating watching us. He stands behind Kim and starts feeling up her tits. Meanwhile I lay back in the booth, spreading my legs. You lean forward and bury your face and tongue in my shaved snatch. You work your tongue around my clit, opening. "Shit, you can see by his face the guy's proud of his equipment. I'll bet he's some kind of gigolo ... sure, what could be better for a guy like this, than to advertise what he's got to a whole group of gawking females. The fucker's probably got them hanging all over him by the end of class; he could have his pick." Shit," he said again as he heard his wife's car door close, "she's home." John laid the sketches back in the case just as he had pulled them out and stuck it back in the closet. He. .Sally knew better. And Sally's smell was one of the best: the flow of her juices so strong that you had to swallow it down as it ran from her like water from a slow running tap. And as I gained confidence with her, I would study and savour her opening for longer and longer each time we did it - touching it, measuring it, licking it, pushing her thickening inner lips apart with my nose, using the bridge of my nose to get her clitoris swollen.It was wonderful to savour the changing smell of her.