My panties would always be wet and soiled, throughout the day. Sometimes I would cum so hard, my legs would flick straight and I would kick the chair ...n front of me. It seemed because of my desire to get off, I was the butt of everyones jokes. Smell that, someones pussy juices are ripe. Something smells fish around her. It seemed the only time I wasnt fingering myself was in classes I liked. After my first few times of having orgasms, I would smell then taste my finger afterwards. Smelt a bit. That didn’t really matter to her though. She had been desperate for money and he provided her with a way to get it. When her husband was alive she would have never let herself become a whore, but now she sat, smiling slightly, in the corner of her dilapidated apartment as her favorite customer came in the door. Diego or her other customers would have never suspected that this was her favorite customer. He was nothing to look at: his hair was always unkept, his clothes disorganized, he didn’t. We both had a good dinner and she suddenly checked my temp by putting her hand on my forehead. And she said I am alright. Suddenly phone ranged and iit was my mom she said me that they will be back in 3 days. I was to cry out hearing this and my aunt just took phone and said good bye to my mom and put the phone.She just put a mat on the floor and a thick blanket on it she bought two pillows and put on it and she just sleepy on it I was on her side. Suddenly there was a power cut. She said don’t. Four floors with metal stairs ran up the front. The neighborhood had a bad stench. Garbage roasted on the curb in the July heat. I looked up to the third floor. A black man in a dirty t-shirt sat in the window smoking a cigarette, flicking his ashes down to the street. He appeared to be about 6' or so and weighed at least 250. His flabby belly showed hanging over his belt protruding from his t-shirt. He looked totally spaced. Probably a crack addict, at least. I went up to the main door. The.