He felt her hips move as she began to grind herself onto his face, her clit pleading for contact. Sensing her urgency, he let his tongue trail up the ...left between her swollen lips as his fingers dove into her wet flesh. Finding her clit he pinched it between his tongue and lips, hearing her gasp at the intense pleasure.Sensing her rhythm, he moved his tongue and lips in unison with the movement of her hips. Sliding two, then three fingers into her cunt, he twisted his hand, twirling his. He grabbed his briefcase and headed toward the front door. He walked out to his large front porch, sat in his favorite creaky wicker chair and lit up a cigarette. God I love these cool October nights… He took a long slow drag off his Marlboro light and leaned back. Would it kill you to at least look at me when you talk to me… To at least join me at the table when I eat… Maybe tell me about your day, could it be cause everything you did today involved one of your ooooh so nice friends… Funny how. "Yes, but we're fine," Brian replied, smiling."Then let me bring you up to date," our host sighed.He spoke to us for almost half an hour, detailing everything that hadtranspired. Stephen had come home from prep school on Wednesday, feeling alittle flushed. At first, the family passed it off as a little virus, butonce the changes began, the family doctor was called in (yes, he actuallymade a house call), and the diagnosis was magical rather than medical. AsBrian had told us, there had been no. .. but if you're gonna go bush sniffin' ya've gotta know what sorta stuff he's been up to before ya start..."Smiler turned to me and smirked. "What sorta stuff would you want Costa to have been doin' so his bush smelt really hot, Grantie-boy?"I quickly thought back to the times in the locker room when the stink of other lads' keks had got me a bit horny. What sort of exercises had they been doing to get their crotches so whiffy? What had made their odours so strong and so sweaty that I'd felt.