I can feel myself getting wet, but I'm scared to do anything more. Oh, goodness, I hope he doesn't smell me.Indeed, Art did smell her, but it certainl... wasn't a smell he disliked.Bobby, Sandra and Art had discussed this moment, and Art, well aware of Hope's problems, simply picked her up in his arms, gently touched his lips to hers, said, "I love you, my Darling," and carried her into the bedroom.By the bed, he allowed her to stand, then put his hands on the sides of her face and gently kissed. As a retired senior analyst, I still used the service regularly except that with my remote location, I only had easy access to three junior analysts within a reasonable drive. All three were fun dates and we enjoyed our time together when I took advantage of them. The other benefit was one that appeared to be good but I felt was a double edged sword. We each had a mother with whom we maintained all contact with the agency. The mothers were experienced junior analysts who had never made the rank. Sue came out with her notary stamp, but checked the three foreigners' passports and Marty's ID before she signed and notarized each copy.I said, "This calls for a toast. Come over to the bar."Tiny was there, and I asked him to break out the champagne and pour us some. "Tiny, we have just finalized Chuck's island deal." Everyone had a tall slim glass of champagne and held it up. Chuck said, "This is to all of us, we've become friends and business associates, and I want us to remain friends. I kept pushing the carrot deeper into my hole until I could feel it now pushing against this piece of skin. It was making me feel so good that I forgot about the skin and shoved the carrot hard, right through it and deep into my hole. I felt this sharp pain in my hole and realized what I had just done to myself, if anyone were to look for this piece of skin and it wasn’t there, they would assume that I was no longer a virgin. I took the carrot out of my hole and there was blood on it and some.