I still don’t understood how I started to addict to women armpits. But every time I see a woman’s sweaty armpits, dark armpits, white fresh armpit... through their t-shirts, blouse I just lost myself instantly keep on looking them, and imagining myself under their armpits. Now I’m going to describe here my experiences of armpits.First Experience:In my school timing when I was 16 years I got my first chance to smell a girl’s salwar kameez. She is younger than me 2 years and it was her brother’s. ”“I don’t have any money. I gave it all to Stan to take care of Renee so I can come back.”I paused as the steam blew out of my ears.“How is she?” Helen asked meekly.“No thanks to you and Stan, she is fine. I’ve moved the family out of the city. Last night we killed the men Stan sent after us. I just talked to him and explained the facts of life to him. His life is as good as over. Renee is safe and she is going to have another baby.”“YES! She got knocked up by Stan’s guys!”“Nope, she was. He worked his fingers in and out of her pussy for several minutes. She started to pant and whimper as her looming orgasm started to grow stronger. His fingers easily slid in and out of her wet pussy as she humped his long fingers, her hips rose to meet his long black fingers as he thrust them deep in her. And then the orgasm exploded and she used his fingers to fuck her pulsing cunt. She cried out when wave after wave shook her body. She had never experienced an orgasm so intense or one that. "Regina kissed him and said, "Us women have to teach you, men,something."Donald laughed and kissed Regina and said, "Yes, you do and I canalways learn and I can't wait until Tuesday."Donald left and Stephanie said, "That looks great but I can't picturemyself marrying a man."Regina said, "Remember baby steps this took me several years to get tothis point." OK, I understand."Regina said, "I can't believe these last couple of days but itshouldn't surprise me at all what Adele would try to pull..