I picked up the top pair, a lacy purple thong, and held the crotch to my face. I breathed in deeply, my body responding to the scent of a young woman...��s sex. I took the panties and stuck them in the robe pocket, telling myself to remember to take them with me. I was about to close the drawer, when I notice the corner of a small book poking out from underneath a pair of socks near the back. Being careful not to disturb the clothes too much, I lifted the socks and pulled out a small book with a. In fact I used to like my ass, but that's when it seemed to befirmer and toned. If anything I felt like I had gained twenty poundsof, of something! Blubber, water weight, whatever! Wait, am I reallycomplaining about the softening of my frame? Damn! What am Icomplaining about? Am I fat? I shook my head absently trying to clearthat thought. Was I just imagining these changes? Did these jeans allof a sudden feel tight? I looked around the store at the other women milling about racks. I know that he’d want to fuck me at least once every day, and I might have to back off on the dogging while he’s here. What do you say, honey? Can I invite him to stay with us?”I was curious and asked, “Well, how would you see the arrangements working out? Would you want him to sleep with us in our room, or take the spare room, or; it just dawned on me, would you want him to sleep with you, and have me in the spare room?”She laughed and replied, “I don’t think we should overthink it. Maybe we. The next morning she called to ask a classroom number. She was in one of the optional classes with me. I wore a bit of cologne, just enough to be noticed without standing out. She was wearing formal grey trousers and full sleeves shirt. Her beautiful assets complimented even the most boring clothes!We sat next to each other in class. She wasn’t the shy type and easily moved closer, whispered in my ear, “You smell sweet, like a fruit.” I told her it’s Dior. Her soft body squeezed against felt.