So when my older sisters went out with their friends and my mother and father were upstairs, I grabbed her shoes and began to smell them. I don't know...how to describe them. The aroma was very strong and sharp, and heavy with the smell of worn leather, too. I ran to my room with them. When I got there, I took my pants off and lay on my bed. I lay on my stomach with a pillow underneath myself so that my cock rubbed against the pillow. I got the idea from looking at one of the covers of my dad's. Over a period of time the rumours about the size of the kitty involved indicated that it had gotten quite large. Reputedly over 100 quid, but I never heard any mention of anyone coming near to claiming it.Some months later I'd gone to the Christmas party with Rigmor, an extremely tasty twenty-two year old Norwegian veterinary student, whom I'd met when she'd been sitting in with the local vet who was a friend and neighbour of mine. And, yes, I did have dishonourable intentions towards her. Mind. Her eyes held mine for a moment or two and then looked pointedly over to the table. I saw a small pair of scissors lying there.My mind reeled ... Was she asking me to untie her or cut her bonds? I really didn't want to stop now. And then of course, I realized what the scissors were for. I picked them up and brought them around to her front. Even though I am pretty sure this was her idea, I saw fear in her eyes for just a second. Playing on that emotion I brought the blade of the scissors to her. Steve told me, "You know you and I could have good times like this more often if you weren't gone so much."Wanda said, "I don't think Chuck is going to be that busy for a while. He might be doing what he's doing now, with an occasional investigation or apprehension, but he's going to be home a lot too. The Department of Justice sent down a maximum that the service should use Chuck. I think all of us will be happy with his schedule."Lisa said, "They told us they are now going to use our heads.