“Shit!” I said, glancing at my watch- the glowing dial showed 12:05. “What?” she asked “Beach Patrol- it’s after curfew.” I replied. “...ell, you better hurry it up, then,” she said with a wicked grin, “you need to cum before they get here, or we’re going to ja-ail,” she added in a singsong voice, teasing me. “Well, you are, at least…I’m pretty sure I can talk my way out of this,” she added. “Oh, really?” I said with a smile, punctuating my statement with a hard thrust into her. “Ahhh!” she cried. I can just imagine trying to talkwith her after I'd just given her son a blow-job. I wondered if my breathsmelled like semen. I dug through my purse but didn't find any breathmints. I was going to remind Mother that was something I needed. You know,as a boy I always wondered what the mysterious stuff was that girlscarried in their purses, but now, that extra pair of pantyhose, or the lipgloss, eye shadow and brushes, even tampons and liners makes oh so muchsense to me. A mystery solved. I liked. She could clearly hear Sherri's soft breathing and the minute crackle of candle flames. As still as the air in the room was, she could still feel it sliding over her like invisible hands. A hundred different smells colored her thoughts. She was easily able to distinguish the wonderful fragrance of Sherri's sex mingling with her own familiar scent. The intensity of these feelings was nothing short of sublime.Sherri continued to watch, gauging Janet's readiness. As she passed Janet's knees,. They say he’s devastatingly handsome and still rather young. I daresay the young women of this town will be behaving quite shamelessly in their pursuit of him,’ she laughed. ‘But his house isn’t finished,’ Victoria commented. ‘I hear he’s renting the old Thompson place. You know, that big blue house?’ she prompted. ‘Oh yes. Do you know his name?’ she asked, wondering if it was anyone she was acquainted with. ‘No, that I don’t know. No one seems to know. It’s quite a mystery,’ the older woman.