Yet, as I watched Ruth smoke, the grey plumes swirling past her salt-and-pepper hair, I knew that I had always been fascinated by women whosmoked. Sp...cifically, women who smoked cigars.Was it Shirley MacLaine in Two Mules for Sister Sara or was it NatalieWood and Vivian Vance in The Great Race who turned me on to women whosmoke cigars?Whatever the cause, I always got excited when I came across a picture ofa woman defying convention and puffing on a cigar.And now, here was one in real life."Do. ’ I KISSED HER FROM BEHIND AND WHILE KISSING HER I TORE OFF HER SHIRT AND CUPPED HER BOOBS FROM ABOVE HER BRA AND TORE THEM TOO. WHILE KISSING I TOOK OFF HER JEANS AND TORE HER PANTY ALSO. I ALSO STARTED FINGERING HER WHILE WE KISSED. SHE WAS GOING MORE HORNY AND WILD. AFTER SOMETIME I BROKE THE KISS. AND SHE TOOK OFF MY SHIRT, JEANS AND UNDERWEAR AND STARTED TO BLOW MY HARD DICK. AFTER SOMETIME WE TURNED IN 69 POS AND SHE CONTINUED TO BLOW MY DICK AND I STARTED TO LICK HER WET PUSSY. SHE THEN. I needed to stay in character.I could tell from the way Mike's hand felt that he liked my commentacknowledging that he did indeed have shoulders. "Yeah, thanks. It'snot as cool as being a medical doctor, but the rich guys like me."I could still sense his emotions through his hand. I was finely tunedto notice the smallest things about people now. It was like I had asuper power. Was this really something I willed myself into having? Ifocused on how I would be able to sense emotions, and thoughts. I walked into the room as nonchalantly as I could, “Hey Amy, what are you reading?” I asked. She immediately stopped rubbing her pussy but kept her hand under the blanket. As I looked down at her, my heart pounded with lust as I took in shape and soft swells of her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples stood out a good half inch and she made no effort to cover them up. “Oh it’s just a book I picked up.” She replied. “Any good? 50 Shade of Grey, hmmm, I heard that was a pretty hot and erotic read.” “Ah.