We were staying at a very nice resort hotel near Atlanta, my parents had gone off to play a few rounds of golf. I was alone with my moody thoughts by ...he hotel pool.I had been a swimmer in high school-- not a great one, but good enough that my coach had told me to shave off all my body hair so I would have as little resistance as possible in the water. I had worked up a good tan, which set off nicely against my little white Speedo bathing suit. I had covered my body with oil and now,. That part of my brain equates the survival of the c***d growing inside me with its own survival. Any other possible explanation borders on the supernatural which scientists reject out of hand since it's something that can't be reproduced under laboratory conditions. So there you are. You're the walking, talking Holy Grail of pheromone research. No woman of c***d-bearing age can resist you."I grinned at the thought. "I guess there must be some downside." Oh, sure." Mom was sober now. "Because of. I couldn't resist and I reached up and tweaked her nipple as it stood at attention. She smiled at me and left the room."Damn I wish I'd met you about 30 years ago!" Margot exclaimed. "I would never let you go. Your women are very fortunate. I see why they adore you. No, don't object. I notice things and the way they look at you is pure adoration. It's amazing but none of them seem to be jealous of anyone else. I don't see any animosity directed towards me and you just gave me the best screwing. "So tell him to leave!" Miss Goody Two Shoes piped up, and I did consider it for a moment. I also considered how put out he might be, since he'd walked the mile home with me. After all, it's not his fault I didn't realise he was a cunt, he's probably always been that way! Maybe he thought I was into cunts! Then I considered the implications of just allowing him to fucking brutalise me with that thing and immediately, the whore in me was winning hands down. I could almost feel the length and.