Well this one has more sense than you do, at least. ‘Xenopill’ seems to agree with him...”She planted a hand on my head, large enough to encompa...s my skull entirely, her pointed claws hanging dangerously close to my face. She stroked my scalp like one would pet a beloved cat, the act outwardly affectionate, but I knew that it was designed to intimidate me. She could flay my flesh from my bones with her wicked claws, or crush my head like a ripe grape, and she wanted me to know it.“You know how. Carrie wouldn't be back from the shop in a while so I figured, why not? I undressed myself slowly, starting at my loose summer shirt and then my cotton skirt. My bra was a bit fiddly but with a little persuasion it fell onto the wooden floor. I started to pinch my nipples and a ripple of pleasure soared through my body. My hand started slowly travelling down my stomach, teasing my senses. My hand stroked my inner thigh. I moaned deeply. But I would not let myself go there just yet.Suddenly I. I took the panties into my hand, pushed the gusset into my mouth and nose and inhaled. Fuck me. They were still warm. The sticky cunt juices were warm and fragrant a heady mix of perfume, fabric softener and sweet cunt. She must have just rubbed herelf with these and left them for me – what other explanation could there be? Looking down at the pile of washing it consisted of these panties, three other pairs and a pair of jeans. That’s all. All the other panties were soiled with white marks,. “Early bed for you tonight, my one. Would you like to sleep alone tonight?”“No fear! The trouble is I’ll have to lie on my back and may therefore snore.”“If it gets to be too much for me I’ll move to the spare room.”He smiled at her. “My special love!” he said softly.“I’ll cook you breakfast tomorrow morning. I only go in at sparrow’s on Monday, Wednesday and Friday now so I’m up at a civilised time four days a week.”“Sensible girl.”The following morning was different for a number of other.