She told me to come back about midnight. I agreed and kissed her and she told me i was the greatest and she walked over to Marty. She gave him the key... to our Vette and he was in awe. She told him to drive her home cause she was going to be busy. He drove off and she unzipped his shorts and removed his cock and she proceeded to lick his cock as he drove. she said he did a good job of focusing on the drive and didn't swerve or anything. she went down on him and sucked his cock up and down and. I sniffed continuously, enjoying the varied odors like the sharp citrus tang of oranges both sliced and smashed for juice. And the almost dizzying fumes from mounds of bruised and broken-skinned tomatoes, overripe plums and bananas and melons. I realized I had been wearing the same filthy clothing for so long that my nose had been clogged with my own fetid odor, denying me those other, everyday smells that delight the olfactory senses.At his request, I sat in the car, listening to the Stones on. His mum couldn't even be bothered to get the other bed made. How could Pam stand to share the same bed as his mum?Nonetheless, there was something about these shared arrangements that troubled him, along with those late-night titters and the strangely noisy headboard, though he had no very good idea as to what it might mean. You just couldn't hope to understand women.His disconcertment grew, but in a quite different direction, when one night he encountered Pam naked in the bathroom. He'd drunk. "I tisked gently. "Now, now. Let's not get our panties in a wad. Assuming, of course, you're wearing any." I held up a hand to forestall her hot retort. "Someone told me that Steven Armstrong was seeing someone on the sly. Did he have any female visitors while he was staying here?" If he did, it was no business of mine and it isn't any business of yours," she said. "What the hell does that have to do with anything?"I grinned. "That's simple enough. Rumor is he was sneaking around with a married.