He's still in his work clothes. Some sort of hi-Vis fleece over a cheaplooking logo-ed polo and sturdy work pants. Standard factory foremanwear I surm...se. He may well have showered this morning before work; Ileft before him; but as I unzip his fleece I detect the aroma of a dayslabor.He smells of man I suppose. A day of sweat and toil. It's unappealing. Idread to think that one day soon I may feel the opposite about it. I'drather the scent of my own perfume lingered in my nostrils. God knowsI'd. It was driving Maggie mad. She tried to urge him on by stroking him harder, more firmly, faster. It seemed to have no effect. She could feel him smiling, sensing her frustration. It was exactly what he was trying to do. He was using his thumb delicately on her clit now, so lightly it made Maggie push her hips up to meet his touch. It was really driving her crazy. Teasingly, he allowed one fingertip to dip inside her pussy, then another. Moving her hips down Maggie breathed out heavily into his. She gripped his hands, in turn making him squeeze her tits harder. Her eyes opened when she felt his lips touch hers. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues met.Mr. Jones pulled his hands free and reached around Lexi, pulling her tight against him. His hands moved down to cup her ass, gripping the globes and pulling tight. She could feel her hard nipples as the pressed against the silk of his shirt, the warm tingly feeling of her body preparing for sex flowing over her. Mr. Jones finally. Waverly was stone cold asleep and fart-whistling out of her asshole and queefing out of her pussy as she lay naked on the sheets and pillowcases she and her mother had wiped their pussies on the night before. Waverly’s legs were splayed wide and her ass cheeks hung open and exposed. Their window in their bedroom was wide open and there was no curtain. They had bars on the window but no screen or window pane.“We used to sneak out and we broke the windows and screens so Mom never replaced them..