“You smell, delicious, Butterfly,” I said as I kissed my way across her thighs.“I didn’t mean a bad smell, I meant a sweet smell, Sugar. I lov... your scent, it makes my mouth water. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, blind taste testing! Davey, you should squeeze in down here and help,” Amber suggested with a purr.By touch, I maneuvered myself between CC’s outstretched legs as she used her considerable gymnastic skills to pull her legs straight out into almost vertical splits. I smelled her arousal,. The hall was now quite crowded; I had been correct in anticipating a full house for the first concert of the year.I could see a few of the freshers taking advantage of their new-found freedom to buy alcohol; they were unlikely to make it to the end of the concert at the rate they were trying to tip it down their throats. Mind you, I had been that silly a year earlier, having spent a while talking to God on the Great White Telephone, as my system purged itself of the Lager and Blackcurrant I had. In spite of her original trepidations, Melanie was enjoying the trip. The beautiful landscape of the Spanish coast was flying by, she was holding on to David, and she would spend the next weeks with him. Everything else was secondary.They had to skirt the huge city of Barcelona to the east, and in the town of Terrassa, they found a motel room for the night. Nobody knew them, nobody cared for them. They were lost between millions of tourists from all over Europe. They had dinner in a small,. . My reminiscence is broken as Red steps out of the bathroom, naked but for the towel she's drying her hair with. She surveys the room, her eyes tracing the form of your sleeping body then wandering over to the obvious bulge that betrays my innocent face. She looks at me and smiles. "At least one of you is awake!" She says as she slinks over to the bed and peels the duvet from my nakedness, freeing my trapped erection and allowing it to bask in her gaze. She peers over at you again, wondering.