And only Diane's pussy scent is recent enough to stilltaste. So I know this is a hopeless task.Nevertheless, someone is doing a wonderful job teasing...my tongue, andit is making me very hard. I would love to see who it is, but theblindfold prevents that. Then she stops, seats herself, and whispersat me to kneel before her. She guides my head to her pussy. I take adeep sniff, but I can not recognize her scent. Her pussy is wet, butthat doesn't help me identify her. I lick and suck her. With a quick glance, she could see the oil, cylinder head, and transmission fluid temperatures. The gauges allowed her to keep tabs on the car's health.Today, Liv hoped these gauges would save her life. The factory installed temperature gauge wouldn't work without water in the cooling system. The digital gauges were her only chance of keeping the engine working long enough to make it back to Eagles Landing. If the engine got too hot it would seize as metal expanded against metal, locking. "You wont be needing this," he continued, lifting her chin up and smearing her red lip-gloss with this thumb, before removing her glasses and placing them on the counter.Adam leant forward, gazing into her piercing blue eyes; the smell of his aftershave filled her nostrils as he ran the flat of his tongue over her lips to remove the remainder of the residue of her lip-gloss."Fuck! You look perfect!" He grinned, flashing his 'come fuck me' smile."Now, turn around!" he snapped, spinning her. She closed up the negligee and said, “Come on, let’s see if we can’t start making things better.”Emily had sat with Lonnie carefully dismantling the odd hacks and twists on her mind. At first it was easy, picking a few things apart. Her overheated pleasure spots finally stopped firing. It seemed that the physical sensation changes were low hanging fruit. But the haphazard lattice work in her mind was something else. She began to tug at it, but when she did, Lonnie’s whole mind flashed and.