My underwear certainly doesn't smell like that. She probably sprays her snatch with some of that stuff that they advertise on television. Oh man, I'd ...ove to get my nose up in there. My dick too, of course.Damn near every one of them that she throws into the hamper has a hard dry spot by the crotch, where some guy's cum has dripped out of her cunt. I never know whose it is. It could be from Gary, or maybe from the guy who cleans the pool, or from one of the Mexican landscapers. Maybe it's from. ”His eyes lowered sheepishly.“I will assist you any way I can, Ma’am.”“A month ago, did I give you a weekly chores list?”His eyes remained fixed on the floor.“Yes, Ma’am.”“How long has it been since our guest bathroom was cleaned?”He thought for a moment.“Two weeks ago, Ma’am.”“How long has it been since our house was dusted?”He paused for a few moments.“Three weeks ago, Ma’am.”I waited for a full minute which created a lingering, dramatic effect. I was incredibly angry with him, but I was. There were the awkwardness of being caught, but as soon as they realized I was easy about the fucking scenes their attitude changed, and the atmosphere completely changed.I was the older girl in the group, one minute older than my twin brother, but light years ahead on sexual awareness.'Frida gives great blow-Jobs', he said out loud, as we all sat watching such a scene, and both of his friends nearly came in their pants.I did not react to his comment and that seemed to make both boys more. ” Alistair’s breathing began to get heavier as he masturbated. “You nearly cumming darling?” “Yes,” he gasped. “So was Abdul,” she said. “I took him to the brink and then I got on top and fucked him. I fucked him hard and good.” Alistair groaned loudly. “That’s it darling cum for me,” she said softly. “Think about me on top of Abdul; his cock deep inside me. Think about me kissing him and telling him what a big thick cock he had, while I fucked him hard.” Alistair cried out as he.