I gently tweak her nipples. Hmmm, I think she likes it! I know I sure do. I continue and her nipples are soon standing at attention and it’s not fro... the cold either. Her breasts are not huge but they make a very nice handful. While my left hand is occupied under her sweater, my right hand starts to go lower and inside her slacks. She does not pull my hand away so I carry on downwards. Her slacks are pretty tight so I reach over to her side and undo the button and slide the zipper down. She. ‘You must be from out of town,’ she said. ‘Uh, yeah, I am,’ I stammered. ‘Toyota built a huge manufacturing plant for component parts on the north side of town,’ she said. ‘People who’ve lived here a long time say it saved this place.’ ‘Tell me, do you know Monica Nichols?’ I said. ‘She would have lived here before you came.’ ‘No, I don’t know her,’ she said. ‘I know a Mike Nichols, where I bank, and I know this was his house when he was growing up, but I don’t think any of his family have. As you do so, the pink nipple on your small left breast peeks unmindfully out of its cover. You do not bother. I return to my seat on the wooden chair by your bed. “There are cookie crumbs on your lips,” you suddenly observe with a smile. I wipe my mouth and smile stupidly at you refraining desperately from saying all the cheesy and sincere sentences flooding my brain. After a few minutes have passed you look at me and demand, “Why have you brought me here?” “To hide myself in you,” I reply,. A blowjob with a happy ending would have sufficed, but I guess I had to live up to my name. I slipped my condom-covered hard-on into her moist cave. Things were going fine at first, but then everything started smelling. Badly. It was as if her pussy had eaten an order of spicy tuna rolls, and then let out The World’s Nastiest Queef. Within seconds, my wiener went soft serve, and I slowed down my thrusts like a puttering ’57 Chevy. After I’d come to a complete halt, she looked into my eyes,.