Ohhh I see why. Under her breast and in her cleavage area had a rather musty smell. It smelled kind of like vinegar or stinky cheese. I paused. Still ... little drunk she laughed, "See. I gotta freshen up the girls. Big boob problems." I decide to keep going. It was a strong smell, but it wasn't necessarily a bad smell. I kept going. I actually started to like the smell. I found it very arousing and erotic. I don't think I had ever been this aroused before. I couldn't get enough of it. I ended up. I looked at his peter and realized how large his balls looked. I had never actually looked at them before. They were resting with apparent comfort on the white towel. He wrapped his right hand around his peter and began stroking deliberately up and down.I dipped all four fingers of my right hand into the moisture within the lips of my pussy and watching Bobby I attempted to match him, stroke for stroke. I looked alternately from his peter to his eyes. His eyes never left my pussy. It. "Matt Bennett" echoed from the living room. Recognizing the name of a friend from your college days, you turned the TV up. It was a 'news' report on an up-and-coming hypnotist who performed on stage. You knew this was the same Matt from college. He studied human psychology, so it wasn't too far fetched that he'd take this path.Matt was slightly older than you. Larger build and a little better looking too. You got along with him well enough. As the piece wrapped up, you remember that you have. I held them apart, until she saw the futility of fighting. I licked and sucked all the little nubs I could get at, pausing every half minute or so, to allow her to pull back from the edge. She was not in any pain from her position, just restrained from moving. My spit dampened fingers found their way into her vagina and anus. This made me stop for over a minute, because she came too close to her orgasm. When the fingers started moving again, in short strokes, she almost swooned from the sexual.