After that incident I fanaticized her so many times. Sometimes I tried to talk to her but didn’t get any chance. One day I saw her on the roof cryin.... But I couldn’t ask her the reason, after some days I and my family went to attend a wedding. She was also there with her family. I saw her alone standing at a place. There was nobody around her. I went to her, wished her greetings. She smiled at me. She was wearing a beautiful lehnga and looking like a bride ready to get laid. Her choli was so. The cab ride to the hotel, him slowly undressing her, seeing, touching, tasting her most intimate places, but the thing that turns me on most is the scent of the evening. Psychologists are now telling us that “Our sense of smell and our emotional experience are fundamentally interconnected, bi-directionally communicative and functionally the same.” and that our sense of smell also triggers our memory. What ever the head doctors say, I love it. The scents of sex fill the air. I open my eyes and. Appearance: Most Sylena have long hair running down to their tailbones, their eyebrows are set slightly higher up on their forehead, their ears are slightly smaller than humans, their facial appearances are deceptively docile and submissive, but most of the Sylena females are dominants. Sylena males are on average 5’10” and generally less muscular. Only the strongest of the males are given a chance at breeding with their females, their society is a matriarchal one, with the strongest males. ”“Maybe.”On Sunday, she went grocery shopping with her mother in the morning and helped with chores around the house. When Mom left to attend another open house, she wandered outside. Cloud cover made the air heavy, pregnant with the promise of a late-day shower.Huck and Penny were just emerging from their front door.“Hi, Huck!” she called out.He smiled and waved.Walking over, she asked, “Where are you going?” Penny wagged her tail as she approached. Bella stopped to ruffle the silky fur on her.