There was definitely a smell. The usual, really. It wasn’t exactly perfume, but it wasn’t rank and fishy, either. And it certainly wasn’t poigna...t and intense enough to carry through several feet of earth-and-stone-and-salt-scented mountain cave air. Logan, I decided, was just egging me on.Logan stirred above me and suddenly his voice rang out even louder. “You’re smelling your fingers right now, aren’t you?” he chuckled as he poked his head over the edge of the bunk.His voice in the almost. This entire weekend had been one long excruciating pain in my nuts. It went by so slowly while I waited to get back to Joan. She got home from her business trip on Saturday and asked me to come to her home Sunday night for dinner, after I get checked into my hotel. She called me Saturday and we talked for a while, discussing the videos from the week before, my work week, her home sitting practice and how her conference went in general. She still would not tell me what she did for a living but. Watching, I was afraid the chair would tip over from her violent movement, but she continued to stroke herself oblivious to anything but her own actions. Her tits bounced around wildly each time her ass slammed back into the chair as her sounds became louder and louder with each landing. Her eyes were closed and her head back as she continued her wild and wonderful masturbation in front of a helpless me. I wanted to break the glass, rush in and fuck her, but realized the futility of even. Is it all right that I feel so close to you, that I need more with you than just our group fun? I don't want to do anything that will break up the group." It's all right, Anne. I do love Mary in a very special way. She is beautiful, and as an artist I love beauty for itself. And, she is wonderful, and having a hard time coming to terms with herself, and I love her for that, too, because she's trying so hard. I couldn't choose between you, but you give me something special. You make me feel at.