After Rochelle found out about Jill’s trench coat adventure, she somehow bribed one of the maintenance guys in my apartment complex to let her into ...y place. I came home from work to find her in my bed naked, face down with her ass pointed straight up at me. She had the forethought to put a bottle of lube on the bed next to her, which was a good plan. That night her ass was the only hole I used and she left several hours later walking like she had spent the entire day on a horse.Jill, not to be. ‘For what?’ she asked as she played with the hair. She loved a man with chest hair and considered telling him that, helping him feel better about himself. ‘You know,’ he said, starting to turn away. ‘Fuck it, Dave,’ Jillian said, taking his face in her hands and kissing him romantically, no tongue. ‘It doesn’t matter. We’ve got all night.’ She put her hand in his chest hair again and he hugged her to his side. She rested her head on his chest and then something occurred to her. ‘What did you. It responded eagerly to Andrea's tart taste and heady, pungent aroma, the latter of which now hovered about her like a thick mind-numbing fog. It blanketed her with a warm, pervasive sense of pleasure. A feeling of comfort and hominess. Like the smell of a fresh-baked apple pie was to some, then so the scent of Andrea's pussy was to her.She couldn't say why this was ... it just was. She had always liked the smell of pussy, hers included, but something about being buried in Andrea's sweltering. He always had a way to calm her, to make her fear recede. She had never known anyone who she trusted or, in the secret part of her soul, loved … more. ‘We should go, dinner will be starting soon, Onji requested that we both attend.’ With another gentle kiss Katsimoto uncurled the young woman from his neck and with a reassuring arm around her waist, lead her from the room. Both of them were reveling in his gentle but strong hand upon her. ——- ‘Sado is famous for our Saké.’ Katsimoto smiled as he.