The bite stung,but it faded. Then another bite, and another. On his back, on his neck, onthe edge of his wife-beater.It became an ordeal. From everywh...re they descended, biting and dodgingbefore he could nail them. The room seemed to say, and his pants felldown. Damn it, he'd buckled the belt...No the belt was buckled. but the pants had fallen anyway. The shirt hunglike a tent, and the room seemed bigger as he waddled in, holding up hispants desperately. He got to the sink, but he was looking. No.. please stay exactly where you are. "He scrambled down onto his hands and knees, looking around, getting closer and closer towards me, picking up the odd coin until only the top of his head was visible to me over the hem of my dress. I spoke:"I think there's at least one that rolled down right under my seat." The top of his head now disappeared behind the still taut hem as he moved closer. How close, I could not tell. He seem to have stopped moving. Self-consciously, I felt the. It’s aphrodisiac.”“Aphrodisiac?” Dominique asked while drinking “Even better! It will keep me awake for the action!”Dominique took a hard look at the apartment as Alicia walked inside her room to, in her words, get more “comfortable”. It was a nice place, very big, with pictures of sexy men and women in the nude. *Just looking at this place gets me so aroused* She thinks, putting her right hand near her crotch. Dominique was feeling impatient with what she could get in this visit. Her mind was. I drifted off to sleep. I wake a few hours later. I need a shower. I felt dirty.I slid out of his arms and out of the bed. My feet hit the cold floor, making my way to the bathroom. I find clean towels and shampoo and turn on the hot water in the shower. I climb in and let the hot water run over me, cleansing me from the outside in. I rub the shampoo into my long brown hair when I feel another pair of hands.Saying nothing he takes over. He massages my scalp, working it into a lather. He grabs a.