The van, which could be misidentified as any number of General Motors vehicles, stood waiting for them.Another casual look around and the back doors w...re opened. The trio crawled inside. (Well, two of them crawled, one just went along for the ride). Instead of releasing the mark from the duffle, the cable tied open end of the bag was raised to an anchor in the ceiling. Once clipped off, it hung there, not unlike a boxer’s heavy bag. The van started up and eased slowly out of the alley. . She didn’t look her age, which was amazing, considering she smoked constantly, but she did run and go to the gym. I figured at least by living with her, I could be around her. Around age fourteen I discovered I had a smoking fetish and whenever my aunt was around, I’d have an erection. Like I said, she smokes constantly so I’d frequently be visiting the bathroom to masturbate to thoughts of her puffing on her cigarette. soft lips sucking on the filter tip, taking in the smoke. Each day went. Before you reach the point of no return I stop, I circle your head with my tongue getting it nice and wet before putting just my finger and thumb around your head. I gently rub it back and forth, watching you squirm in frustration as I deny your orgasm.You then demand I get on all fours, I quickly comply. You dive in and start lapping away at my ass hole. I try to wiggle from you but it is useless. Between the torturous lashes of your tongue you breathe “stop fighting and just enjoy it,” and. ' I think you picked a number and then whoever had that number went in a dark closet with the person of the opposite sex and they had...they had Seven Minutes in Heaven!" That sounds like fun!" I told her, "So you got picked?"Mary nodded her head. "I went in there with this guy from my algebra class, James. He kissed me and then he tried to put his hands on my panties. I told him he was going too fast! But he said, 'we only have seven minutes.' So, maybe it was wrong but I let him feel up my.