My wife used to say that I had no sense of smell, however I could smellher on her clothes and it was a comfort to smell them, but once thesmell wore o...f I'd donated them to charity, with bras going to the brabank and her underwear into the clothes bank. I only had my maleclothes, so on with the boxer shorts, guess that'd be like wearingFrench knickers. Socks are socks, jeans, they didn't fit so wellanymore, but would do for the time being. t-shirt, a bit too tight, Iwasn't ready to go about. We both came up under the diving board. She was about a foot away. " I gotta tell you Ben, iv really wanted this for a long time." Me too Jenny", I said. It wasn't true, but I sure wanted it now!She warped her legs around me, then her arms. She brought her lips to mine. It was slow, passionate. I never kissed a girl like that before. She reached down, grabbing my now hard 8" dick, and shoved it inside her. No foreplay, no rubber, she mustard been really horny to go straight for the dick. My. She was pretty, though not sexy looking, with the same dark brown hair and green eyes as me, very small breasts, a cute buttinski, and her bush was long and thick and covered her lower belly and hung down between her legs. One Saturday we were in bed in my dorm room and she was getting herself off and told me it was her "self-love" problem that had caused her furry beaver. I asked where she came up with that theory and that was where I learned about the preacher. When I got over my shock I told. She looked resplendent. Her hair, brilliant red before was now a wild mane. Desiree noticed the red dragon nails poking through the blue gloves. She noticed, almost with awe, the shades of blue Chantel wore. Somehow, Chantel's stockings had laddered, and there was sheen between her legs."Where have you been, young lady?" She said, swinging her legs off the desk to the floor. "It's after 8. I expect my employees to report to me if they are going to be late. Especially when you are with my.