..ever.Of course, their offer came as we were doing another round of shots given to a bunch of us by the bartender who stated it was last call, it was...3 am so closing time was upon us, K and I were definitely drunk, quite frankly I just remembered M driving us in K's car towards his place which happened to be very very near our building, I am not stupid I knew what was going to happen there, so I told K that we should go home and asked M to take us home and I would pay for his cab, but it was. The furniture was exactly as she remembered, except for an old rug lying in the corner.That man’s stench was everywhere, but beneath it was the scent of Emily. It grew stronger as she crossed the room, approaching the rug on the floor. When she lifted it up, she could tell that the wood underneath had been badly damaged, and the scent told her why.Emily had died in this spot and rotted. Beneath the sweet scent of sunflowers and rains was the harsh scent of cloves and death. The room was a. I went through the usual ritual of putting on my stockings and knickers.I had become quite adept at this but the thrill of the garments againstmy flesh never dissipated and in fact was exaggerated now that my legsand pubis were freshly shaved."Ok now for something completely different, as our friends in MontyPython are want to say," Mrs Cashmore picked up an item of clothing offthe bed."I know that you have always been captivated by my Sunday church attireso I think it's only fair that you get. Their bodies lay pressed together, his one leg between hers as they entwined. His kisses moved again from her lips to the face, her neck, and then to her breasts. He pulled off his T-shirt and their bare bodies touched – warm and electric. He started by kissing each nipple, gently sucking it, and then ever so softly biting. He then licked each one, lightly flicking her nipples with his tongue and lapping at her breasts like warm ice cream cones threatening to drip, always returning to her.