I really don't! But," and she paused, as if not sure exactly what else to say."I'll be fine, Megan!" He replied, and he stepped up and put his arms ar...und her and drew her closer to him, and as he did, she squeezed him tightly. He could smell her body's special, unique aroma; which had nothing to do with perfume, but was the product of her own natural scent! He breathed in deeply, inhaling her smell, and it made him feel so incredibly happy, that this young woman was HIS wife; and even if their. We again foundMaster Mark sat between our wives, arms round their shoulders and hand ontheir tit! He was also smoking a large cigar and neither of theMistresses seemed to mind, surprising since neither smoked. Roberta wassent off to find something to use as an ashtray, while we waited MasterMark used my hand, luckily Roberta returned before he needed to stub itout! We were then dismissed to the kitchen to wash and dry the dishes.When finished we unwillingly returned to the living room wondering. It's lonely, and the passing cars are hurrying home now, taking nonotice of the tricked out tramp in silver hotpants and stilettos. Iturn on Bonnie Brae, a dark, overgrown street chock a block with run-down apartment buildings. My cheap plastic Casio says it's 2:00 a.m.Outside, the air is still sultry, barely stirring. Bonnie Brae is deserted and quiet, but for tinny banda wafting from anopen window high above me. Two police helicopters buzz in the distance,their spotlights scanning like. He looked up at her, blinking dumbly. ‘What the hell was that for?’ She could have laughed at the outrage in his voice. ‘It was one way to get you to quit thinking and start moving.’ She danced out of his reach, his fingertips just brushing the hem of her jeans. She grabbed her jacket off the picnic table and started running for his car, laughing when he scooped her up from behind. ‘Is this moving fast enough for you, Chelle?’ he asked. He stood looking around as if deciding what to do with.