I was awoken by a freezing feeling against both my nipples followed byan alcoholic smell. I could not see through the blindfold but shestarted to firm...y twist and grip my tiny nipples. I felt an incrediblesqueezing on one of my nipples followed by a painful sharp feeling."What was being poked into my nipple." I wondered. Whatever it was itcontinued to be pulled painfully. The same process then happened with myother nipple before the woman stopped and muttered that I would like herwork.After a. He looked down. There, right outside his bedroom door, lay what appeared to be a crumpled pair of girl's panties.Paul knelt down and picked it up. It was exactly what he thought it was. A pair of cotton panties, rolled up as though taken off in haste - and the fabric was very damp. Paul lifted his find to his nose. A familiar smell greeted him, the same musky smell that had just wafted up from Mays pussy as he was fucking her from behind.Without thinking, Paul ran his tongue along the inside of. The smell of bacon frying in the kitchen filled my nostrils as she turned in my arms and pressed her buttocks against my groin. The smell of her hair and perfume mingled with the bacon and I felt myself getting hard. She pressed her soft cheeks against me, and I moved my hips back enough to allow me to slide my cock into her. We made slow, delicious love to the sound of plates clanking in the kitchen.I felt a presence in the hallway, but whoever it was receded out of respect for our privacy. I. Suzanne says nothing, just stares at me. I notice her pupils have dilated, and her breathing is heavy (as evidenced by the slow rise and fall of her shapely breasts). I can barely believe it, I seem to have succeeded in arousing her. I press on quickly."I tell you what, why don't I show you? Your boyfriend doesn't have to know. Come on, it'll be fun". This is it, my big moment. I've just about played all my cards, will it be enough? Suzanne remains quiet, her face heavily flushed, looking as.