. I think this speaks for it'self ;)" Her - *Starts stroking her cameltoe* "Oh fuck, I'm dying to see you! .. ;)" *wet patch slowly occurs*"How bad do...you want it? You know how much I miss that tasty little cunt of yours. ;P" Her - "Ohh keep talking dirty to me, I'm begging for that cock.. ;)" *pulls off PJ's and knickers* "Do you miss these dirty little toes too? ;)" "You know how much I love sucking on those babe, I missed coating those soles baby! ;)" *her bf shuffles in bed, she looks over. That way the mailman didn’t have to run up and down the road. As I was walking to the mailbox, I saw Sally walking from her driveway. “Hi Sally, you going after the mail to?” “Yeah, I guess it’s going to be one of my jobs since we’re out here on the farm.” She reached up to open the mailbox, “I said here let me help you,” Our hands met on the mail box, we both let them linger for a moment. The feel of her hand made my body shiver. This went on for several days, and one day we. I loved the taste and smell of her pussy and although my fingers fell away from her clit, I continued eating her out and she continued sucking me until we both calmed down. While we were in the afterglow of our orgasms, I hugged her. I drew her in close to my chest, her head tucked under my chin. Her hair smelt really nice, and it was soft on my skin when I buried my face in it. Rachel's breathing eventually became deep and regular. I looked down and saw that she was smiling to herself but her. “You smell African,” he said.I was still holding the book when she emerged from the showed. “I read your story,” I said. Her skin was warm and damp and clung to the terrycloth white town that covered her torso. “My story?” “She uses saffron and it drives Albert crazy. Saffron, the smell of Africa.” “It’s been driving me crazy, too,” she said, “but I’ll need more than the smell of saffron.” “I’d like that, too,” I said as she dropped her towel. I took her right there in the aura of saffron.