Back in the present, Kerry closed her eyes tight as she sniffed. Her hands smoothed and caressed Katrina’s shiny leggings, making a swishing sound. ...��Oh Katrina, I love it! I love it! I want more!’ After some moments, they changed positions. Katrina lay face down on the sofa as Kerry hysterically and audibly nuzzled her mouth and nose against Katrina’s lycra arsehole.‘Sniff! Sniff! Yeah? You like that? You like that, bitch?’ Katrina teased.Kerry sniffed deeper and deeper, her nylon legs and. In some ways, I was a little disappointed that it didn't happen, and another opportunity had never presented itself. Sometimes I fantasised about it, but then felt a little guilty about it. So, was I completely repulsed about Annie being a carpet munching lesbian? Not really, but I wasn't going initiate anything. Anyway, I had a boyfriend, although not a very good one. What I didn't count on amongst all this was Annie's predatory instincts.I was quite pleased to receive Christina's invitation. Stepping down onto the floor, I adjusted my shorts and stared at Rose Ann who continued to lie on the bed with a lazy, shit-eating-grin on her face. Raising up, Rose Ann patted the mattress and invited me back to her bed. I wasn't going to fall for that ploy and told her so. "Ahh, you're no fun," Rose Ann pouted."Lord God, Rose Ann. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't!" You sure look like you can," she replied, staring at the pup tent in my shorts."I know I can. But I can't," I. The butterflies really hit me when we stepped off the plush carpet in the lobby and onto the tile that led to the bank of elevators, my heels clicking loudly off the marble walls. I looked over my shoulder. We were the only people around.My boyfriend pushed the call button and we watched the numbers descend, my heart beating fast as I tried to gauge the relative speed of the elevator. Can I really do this? Honestly, I wasn’t sure, but I wasn’t sure that it mattered anyway. It was worth it for.