When this woman was 20 her labia and pussy was sweet and smelled perfect enough to adore and marry. Through the years of fucking Jen's pussy became so...fragrant that her panties would smell up the closet and all my clothes smelled of her fragrance. People would approach me on how well I smelled on a daily basis as my clothes smelled of her scent in a very musky and good way. Then she turned forty...her pussy turned from sweet to musty and sweaty...not good. She would walk with her friends then. I tried to get away, but a slow dance started and she melted into my arms. I fought the urge to put my hands on her ass, but they wrapped around her, and I could feel my cock rising to attention as she pressed her breasts into my chest.The song ended and I released Kristi, thinking that I could sneak out, but she put her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. "Drive me home?" she asked with her baby-blue eyes looking directly into mine.I tried to look away, but no man I know could. I don't remember she ever did." Her father was a journalist with a couple of syndicated columns that did quite well, so she said. As a result he stayed at home and raised his daughter."When I was twelve Mother divorced my daddy. She got the house and he got me. He said I was worth ten houses at least."Her first memory of her father touching her sexually was in the bathtub. "I guess I was about four when he started to wash my little pussy extra well. Later he played with it and rubbed it when he. ‘Be prepared to let a couple of unexpected visitors in as soon as they arrive. You’ll be free to go visit your parents after that. They’ll appreciate you untying them. They are at their house.’ Erica gasped into the phone but the connection had already been broken. *** As Sean and Amanda walked through the open cubicle space towards his office, they discussed removing the offices built for Tom Folsom and the Morris’ but had made no decisions by the time they reached the office that Sean had.