She was looking through books and was completely enthralled with one as I walked up behind her and knelt down pretending to reach for a book of my own... After a careful glance around to make sure I was in the clear, I leaned in behind her ass, getting a mere two or three inches away from her little ass. The closer I got, the more ass stink filled my nostrils! I had expected her to have the smell of perfume the way a lot of younger girls do nowadays, spraying themselves from all angles when. But now I just don’t know. I think both women are in love with me so it’s my choice. If I give up Joan I also give up my life style, a seventeen year history, and my children for the most part. If I give up Melissa I give up the physical embodiment of the image I’ve carried with me all my life. I know what to expect if I stay with Joan but, although I know a lot about Melissa, she is still a question mark in many ways. Is that the choice? Is there more to it that I’m missing? After all, if I. She felt him tense within her hands, and a few seconds later she found his hot, white semen moving slowly down her upper body. She cleaned up the mess on the both of them with her tongue and then tucked him back away within his pants. ‘See how sorry I am officer? I promise I won’t do it again.’ ‘Yes, well… be sure you don’t.’ She watched him walk away back to his police car, his cheeks beet red, picking up his hat on the way. She fell into the back of her own car after he drove away and, lying. I had seen this photo the day before and it gave me ideas of what to do with my lover. I deprived her of her senses, blindfolded gagged and plugged her ears with moldable earplugs that completely seal of the ear. I did that before I even put her on the bed. She can't see me and can't hear where I am, or even if I'm there. It made everything I did to her a complete surprise. Every time I added a clamp or put a cuff on or drew her legs up spread it took her breath away. god, i love that sound..