It was a weird smell. Partly dusty, partly wooden from the un-painted bare wood inside the dresser and the barest hint of flowers or something, most p...obably from the washing powder.That they were so intimately linked to the previous inhabitant of the room, who just happened to be a teen girl, was extremely erotic to Scott. He tossed the pants onto his bed and, after a couple of failed attempts to line the runners up, slid the drawer back into place. The drawers now lined up perfectly. Windows. His mom didn’t drink. Dad loved Heineken and always kept a pair of sixes on the shelf. He removed a bottle and spun off the cap. He loved Heineken almost as much as his dad did. Taking a long swig, he leaned back against the counter, knowing his mom wouldn’t care. She allowed him a beer once in a while. He gazed at the kitchen window again.“Edward’s fucking me,” he said to his possible voyeurs. He turned and pulled aside his purple panties to reveal the end of Henry’s cock. The flat base, front. His tongue slipped between my lips in my mouth and started to investigate it. Our tongues started to play with each other. It was like a dream, I never dared to believe I would ever be able to feel this. He looked deep in my eyes, smiling gently. “We’re alone now, are you in the mood, my little Xiaoyu?” I nodded, yes I wanted it. Finally. I was able to feel him. He smiled at me, lay me down on the bed, kissing my lips. “If you don’t want something, please just tell me” We kissed again, I felt. It burnt a trail downwards, meeting the pulsing in her core and shattering, falling around them like pieces of glass, sparkling and sharp in the muted light of the room.He held her pussy as her body came down. His hand on her breast stroking more tenderly than before. She felt her legs regain control as her eyes fluttered open. His still handsome face was little more ruffled, his hair drooping forwards making him like younger somehow. He pulled down her skirt, rubbing a gentle hand over his.