I could smell you.” Heat scorched Paris’ face and chest; her hand unconsciously cupping and shielding her damp sex in horror at the thought that ...om could smell her arousal. She collapsed in relief against the stall wall when his frustrated voice growled, “You’re the only woman I know who smells like vanilla and cinnamon.” Paris grimaced when Tom’s hand smacked against her door, and he uttered the same thoughts racing around her own head, “You can’t stay in there forever, you know.” His. Among all this sweet calling I managed to find Ragini’s apartment. I knocked upon the door and a voice from the inside said, "Just a second." I did have to wait for a couple of minutes before the door finally opened up. As it did, I saw a person in the most fashionable one-piece spaghetti dress, black in color. He had the most optimum amount of makeup applied and had the smoothest looking skin. I didn't expect him to recognize me, but as soon as I showed him the card there was a total. I got up and Mary bent over the table. She put her boobs down on the top and I took her from behind. Mary had been fingering herself under the table for the last couple of rounds, so she was very wet. I entered her and went to work. It didn't take long Mary was very excited. I plowed her from behind until her pussy contracted around my cock in orgasm. She was moaning very loudly. But Jennie said she needed proof that Mary wasn't faking. Mary took Jennies hand and put it on her dripping pussy. .. or a fancy holiday, or ... or I don’t know, something big like that. But Dad wouldn’t leave it until your birthday to tell you bad news. That doesn’t make sense. Unless he didn’t know.”She gasped and her eyes went wide.“He didn’t know, did he?”She looked at me. I didn’t answer. She took that as a yes.“He didn’t know and Mum promised you and got you all excited and then she sprung it on Dad last night and he had to be the one to tell you they couldn’t afford it or whatever. And he hates.