Her hips ground down in a gyre motion making her clitoris sing entirely new songs. Inside her heart was skipping and performing cartwheels of confused...joy. Veronica’s body was a bundle of tingling tissue. Her palpitating heart was pounding. Her newly inspired pussy was beginning to contract in spasm after spasm on the hard rod she was riding like a Corvette Stingray piston. Ronnie leaned forward and her gorgeous blonde hair tickled Rob’s chest. Her intoxicating perfume filled his flared. She pulled off her jeans and walked to her bathroom mirror in just her panties. She stood there cleaning her makeup off, her big tits jiggling as she did. My neighbor took his cock out and began to stroke it as he watched her. I was going back and forth from watching my mom, to mostly watching my neighbor. He was a dark skinned Mediterranean type guy and his dick was dark and big. It was standing straight up and he stroked it. My mom eventually took off her panties to take a shower. When she. Bugs could smell him from a fair distance, or taste him with their antenna, whatever the hell it was that insects did. Her keen nose would alert them long before the enemy came into visual range in this dense forest.The next morning they continued on their patrol, placing more of the sensors as they went, their pace noticeably faster. They hadn’t come across any wildlife here, it was as if the animals had all fled, or perhaps the Bugs had killed them off. Kaz complained of the constant smell,. ..nonexistent so I went to plan B...the Gastown area of the city. Still great shopping and food but less expensive, barely. Gastown is named after a seaman ( nsert joke here) named "Gassy Jack" Appropriately his prominent statue is perpetually covered in bird poop, a tourist "must see".Once there, she migrated to Calvin Klein's...of course, she did! I glanced at a dress in a nearby boutique, hideously splattered with splotches of many colors, like something found at a Jackson Pollack yard.