She was cool. I have to tell my dad. And Warren's parents know." Oh, and what a pleasant conversation that was," Warren said ruefully. "They're OK abo...t it, now, after reading me the riot act." We need to tell Crash and Jessie," Sophia reminded him. Then she turned back to Cait and Paul. "The only other people that know are you two." We're not keeping it a secret, though," Warren said. Sophia nodded agreement. "In fact, we need to tell the USFSA." Yeah, the medical staff they bring along with. The night lived around me, throbbing with power, as I pulled into the gravel paved lot in front of an nasty looking dive bar. A motley assortment of modified motorcycles were lined up out front, and Iron Maiden, of all the trite possibilities, came blasting out of the recently repaired door and frame.I must have been a sight as I walked into that bar, cause conversation stopped. Around me were probably thirty or forty mostly drunk looking hard cases. The environment seemed to call forth wall to. She returned to her chair in the darkened shadows of the living room, deciding that she would question him as soon as possible... tomorrow morning, perhaps... if she could face him... He'd actually been sleeping when she had finally raised her head from his sperm-drained young loins, a trace of his inevitable smile fixed on the handsome lips of his contented, teenaged face. She hardly remembered how long she'd lain there with the spent flaccidness of his long, softened penis still between her. “What are you doing?....” she asked.“Um… smelling your panties.” I said.“Why? They fucking stink.” She replied, obviously disgusted.“I mean… I’m a dude. I like the smell of pussy” I said.“I understand you like the smell of pussy, but I just wore those to the gym and they’re gross.” She said, still grossed out.“I like the smell of your sweat. It turns me on. When we fuck really hard and you’re all sweaty and glistening, I think you smell amazing. There’s pheromones in your sweat.” I said, trying.