How odd, she thought.Completing their tour, Jenny led the way into the cafeteria. The two got coffee and Jenny led the way to an isolated table where...they could talk privately. Finally seated, she asked, “Well, what did you see?”“I saw a lot of happy-looking women,” Kim replied, still puzzled.“How about bras?”“Huh?”“Bras,” Jenny repeated. “You know ... Those things that some women use to hold their tits up?”Kim just slowly shook her head, completely bewildered.“There are very few,” Jenny. If I could swing this job, it could make a difference for Margret. She was already really on edge and I wanted to do something to help them. Even though we had never been close, she had always been fair and provided for me. I needed to be able to contribute. Tina was only twelve years old, so there was nothing she could really do."Dammit, Cas, go run around the block or something. Your pacing is driving me crazy."I stopped and smiled at Tina. I had probably passed the doorway to the living room. " I thought "What sweaty soles she has. Must be from walking in sneakers."But a few of Cara's friends were sneakers, so it was just a question of trying to recognise which girl had this exact smell.I sniffed and snorted the heavenly smell."Ooh. This must be Kasey's foot. It smells like coacoa butter and strawberry soap. Just like Cara described your pussy as tasting when she had a 69er with you." Damn! Your man is good at recognising and remembering scents. If he keeps guessing right. I have. “Your guy hauled the laundry up the stairs,” she said. “Nice guy, and built. Totally vanilla, though. Called me ‘ma’am.’”“He worried about you being unwilling to get in a strange car. I prefer him with a few illusions about my family.”“Well, you told me what the car looked like, and he had my number. I wouldn’t have gone with a stranger.”“Comfy?” Craig asked when he called that night.“Getting there.” She was alone in the apartment -- it was Saturday night, after all -- and she settled onto the.