That's the scent that has been left lingering in my clothes tonight, and the more I smell it, the wetter my panties become. It's the most sensuous thi...g, the way you blow the smoke from your hookah into my mouth, your lips so close to mine, yet not close enough to touch, or to kiss me passionately the way I’ve secretly wanted you to for all of these years. It's a trick I'm guessing you picked up working nights at the hookah lounge downtown, along with the way you know how to pack a smooth bowl. Anyway, the dissertation was coming along slowly. She was still struggling with the first draft, and she was clear that there would be others.She’d already limited herself. The locations of bookstores in Chicago had changed to the bookstores in a Northern section of Chicago. With that limitation approved, she had been able to finish the interview section of her research. The library research had been less trouble. Arranging all that information so that it both made sense and could be. The toasted bread popped up, so I buttered the slices and set them on a plate and handed it to Izzy. The eggs had finished cooking, they got scooped out onto two plates and they went to the table as well. I turned off the heat under the skillet, poured two small glasses of orange juice and carried them to the table, setting one in front of Izzy and drinking mine. I went back quickly to the refrigerator and got a small jar of strawberry jam and brought it, along with forks and knives, back to. ...''feeling in his complete control after only 2 ''fun times''''lets go to my place then''i wasnt sure after we got to his place and he undress me''wtf you are in boxer?''throswn naked on the floor and ass slap so hard i crawl foward lookig back at him unbucling''you sissy boy dont deserve to be a boy , you belong in panty all all fucking time craving cock up in there''he watch me try to get up afraid his belt in his hand and i was left to stand up pn;y for him to thrown me again on the floor.