While I sat there, concentrating on her hair, I became more and more aware of her scent. It wasn't a sweet odor as you would expect from perfume, but ...lightly musky, almost animalistic, without the harsh aspects of that smell. Whatever it was, if you could bottle it you'd make a fortune selling it to old men. It would raise their libido and probably parts of their body, too. I know it was doing incredible things to mine. My pants were getting very uncomfortable. And then, she decided to lean. Nikki planted herself right on to Greg’s lap. Her nipples pushed against the cotton fabric of her t-shirt since it was a chilly October evening. Nikki rarely wore a bra. I pretty used to it, so it didn’t come as any surprise to me when she sat on Greg’s lap, with her nipples practically in full view and right in Greg’s face.I was shirtless at the time and Nikki asked if I was chilled.“No,” I replied, “I have thick blood.”“And probably a thick cock,” Nikki added, which lead to a short debate. You can smell it right the way down to the lungs can't you latexslut? Feel how tight it is, encircling and constricting. Squeezing and squeezing you into such a fantastic feminine hourglass shape. Now that it's padlocked onto you I'll have to try and remember where I left the key.How about these nice shoulder length gloves? Long and stretchy from your finger tips right the way up to your shoulder. Clinging and gripping you like a second skin, shiny and smooth, glossed in the brightest of. My breasts are sensitive, not to pain or anything, just to stimulation. I've always loved them rubbed and sucked, even got off sometimes just from that. My waist is twenty-four inches, hips thirty-six. I shave everywhere and love the smooth look it gives me. Younger, I was a very sexualized teen and, today, I'm a very sexualized woman. The only difference is that, being adult, I have choices open to me that, years earlier, I didn't. I guess that brings you to my husband, John. John and I.