Dann spürt sie seine Hände, wie sie langsam die Knöpfe ihrer Bluse öffnen. „Du Lüstling, Du!! Kannst es wohl nicht abwarten...“ stöhnt sie l...ise. „Ganz genau, Liebes. Ich will Dich. Jetzt. Hier. Lass Dich überraschen!“ antwortet er leise und küsst leicht ihre Lippen. Die inzwischen geöffnete Bluse streift er ihr langsam über die Schultern. „Wow…. Was neues??“ „Tja, so ab und zu… will ich Dich halt auch mal überraschen. Wirst schon sehen“ säuselt sie zurück. Paul öffnet jetzt den Reißverschluss. The assholes had used her, fucked her until it hurt. She had let them, in fact encouraged them. The smell thing, it made her want to have sex, any sex, with any man. They had taken her cough drops, leaving her helpless! But, if smell made her a sex kitten, why was she not horny now? There was a man right beside her. This was important, she knew it. So was the fact that she didn’t stink. Something was on the tip of her mind, something about her nose. Aha! You get used to smells and don’t notice. I didn’t care how hard he was to read. He was in my thoughts late at night too often. I had to have him. ~ ~ ~The next time I went to the bookshop I had pulled out all the stops. I went with a classic, yet sexy look with a simple winged eyeliner and bright red lipstick. I made a point not to wear anything underneath my short skirt and hoped that my tight,. I kept my eyes open and realized hers were closed. She backed away slightly, while biting her bottom lip and said "I'm sorry, I've waited too long to do that". I turned and saw my underworld business associates look on in awe. They didn't know we were cousins, but at the same time, I'm also the guy that always set up the blow job for the travelling business man, but never took one for myself. As much as I had no reservations being with Karen, it wasn't because I slut in my own marriage. No, I.