They were dripping wet. I took the end covering her pussy and stretched it like an elastic and let it go. It just slapped back right on her wet pussy ...ips. She liked the way I teased her and started laughing, kissing me even more intensely. She wasn’t even considering going to the bedroom.I decided to go down on her and sat down on my knees. My mouth reached exactly near her pussy. I observed that she had shaved it perfectly clean, meaning that she was just waiting to have sex and getting ready. She went on to say that when the girl, Jenny, had first played with them she had blown them away with a song and they wanted her to play it for us now.I must admit I perked up and listened, I could tell she was very good from the earlier set and was interested to hear what she was going to play.It was an old Duane Eddy tune, from some American TV show in the sixties I think. I listened with interest as this young lady played “Peter Gunn”, the arrangement was different, a bit more modern I guess. The aroma made me tear up remembering the kiss. I grabbed one of the hoodies, put it on and shut it I. saw a lock box and after 4 times, I guessed the date he kissed me, just out of spite, it opened! My heart racing, I grab the key and let myself in.and It was a small but workable kitchen,smallish bathroom, and the living room was small with a couch and tv and bookcase, but,decent sized bedroom with a king bed. I looked in the closet, rummaged around briefly and found nothing. I went to the bed. It turns me on even more: the joy and release, the security and the stimulation, of knowing myself to be the object of my love’s desire – that she wants to have me, to take me, and – aaahhh! – I do so want to be taken!This is the moment – THIS, this is just the perfect moment! If Chanel or Dior could distil the pure essence of sexual anticipation and bottle it, then when you first broke the seal, when the first hint of that erogenous aroma escaped into the air – this is what it would be, this.