Assuming the women were working alone, they had been unable to carry his inert body and had dragged him to where ever he was now. Having established ...hat he was in working order, apart from a few minor injuries, Riddick concentrated on his environment. He wondered where he was. He inhaled and sifted through the different smells and scents. The room smelt overwhelmingly of sex. Musky and erotic, but underneath that he could smell other familiar things. Diesel oil, engine lubricants, grease and. The white tank she was wearing was soaked. I could see her double-D tits and her nipples were jutting out obscenely. “Damn, Bitch! Hey, guys,” I called to my brothers. “Look at her tits.” I pulled her tank down further until both her tits flopped out, barely held in place by the tank. I reached down and grabbed a hardened nipple and twisted hard.Shy’s moaned again. “You like that, little sis?” I smiled wickedly at her.I looked down further. “Oh, fuck!”The whore had her hand in her shorts and. After only a few minutes Marie, without any explanation, had broken off their walk with a quick: "I'm so sorry Sarah, I have to go." As quickly as she could walk Marie had hurried back to the comfort of her car. In broad daylight Marie had quickly pulled off her shorts and panties and expelled junior onto the car seat. Embarrassed, but extremely teased, Marie had sat there masturbating till she saw Sarah coming back from her completed walk. Sarah must have smelled her sex. If she had noticed. Add that to the years they had dated, and it seemed there was a reason that their sex life had grown stale. Nothing wrong with it, exactly. But it was very routine. They would get in bed and kiss goodnight, and two or three times a week the kiss would deepen, hands would begin roaming bodies, and intercourse would result. And it seemed about as lifeless as it sounds. Ben thought about that at work one day. He started out feeling bad about his sex life, upset at how boring it had become. He was.