She found me and looked down atme, holding my gaze like a lioness appraising a gazelle. Her lipsformed the barest hint of a smile.I was lost in a hypn...tic reverie, all fragrance and erotic ache. Icould smell him above any of the others, as if my olfactory senseswere starved, waiting to be fed by his male odours. But now I alsocaught a faint whiff of her. I allowed myself to imagine it was herhandsome feet I smelled until I was engulfed in a sweet, intoxicatingdaydream of shameful imagery.. The grass was mowed and the blades were all trimmed short and neatly. She inhaled deeply to catch the scent of the freshly-cut grass. She loved that smell. It made her feel fresh and clean like right after a shower.Her sister and brother were away at some silly game. She has happy to be alone and have some peace and quiet. She loved them dearly but sometimes they could make her feel so vexed.“Thank goodness school is finished and I have the whole summer to be free!”That was her unspoken thought. She finally came again, on her knees with her face smeared against the table, one hand behind her stabbing the vibe to and fro in her loosened ass, and the other fingering her swollen clit from underneath. Her climax was, quite simply, overwhelming.If the first couple of scenes were useful material, the last was dynamite. I could hear the ker-ching of tills ringing. Metaphorically of course. Partly because tills don’t sound like that today but mainly because I wasn’t after their money. Sure I’d. .. them ... with ... petty ... bullshit. The two of them are smarter than half the professors on campus.'(Rumor being Kathy Nugent ... Deans secretary. Ms Nugent had a genius of her own to deal with. Dr. Gnocchi didn't like geniuses.)He still didn't want to deal with us and asked that we be assigned a younger more personal adviser.Somehow, we managed. There we were stuck in freshman classes simply because Dr. Gnocchi didn't like kids ... smart kids were the bane of his existence. We thought we.