I probably had the same chlorine and sunshine smell that he did, but slightly more feminine. I wondered what I smelled like, how I tasted and felt to ...im. At times, I wished we could trade places just so I could know what it was like to be in his skin, to think his thoughts and to know how he felt about me. I also wanted him to know how he felt to me, the solid strength of his arms, the full taste of his lips, even the sandpaper of his five o’clock shadow from when he forgot to shave. I wanted. I’ll want an answer when I come back. If you keep Billy’s and my secret, this will be yours,” and with that she patted her slit and went to the bathroom. Phoebe lathered up in the shower and used the hose extension to send a nice warm jet up her tight pussy. She also used her fingers to clean out her cunt as much as possible. Then she moved on to her asshole. “You never know what Billy has in mind,” she thought to herself. She shoved a soaped up middle finger up her dirt hole and cleaned it as. Oh my Jesus, did I just do that?Oh, Christ. Now I had two days to go out of my mind.I was sitting in my room after supper that night, pretending to do homework but really obsessing about it, when Jake stumbled in from football practice."Hey, Rooms, what's up? You look preoccupied." You know that girl I've been helping with calc?" Yeah, Sheila Mitchell, the swimmer, " he said, "you told me. I've never met her, but I know people that know her." Yeah, well, we have a date Friday night," I. On occasion, they may have been obtained from a shady art dealer who had already acquired them illicitly, such as buying them cheap from a collector who had reported them destroyed by fire, and who was making money on the side, from the insurance payouts he got for his accidentally ‘destroyed’ art. He would just want the art to disappear for many years until they were no longer ‘hot’ property. It was a long term investment for the art dealer, but he could afford to wait, as art prices tend to.