I breathe in her scent, moving up a bit to bury my face into her cleavage. Her musk is a bit sour, but still so sweet, that smell of vanilla still so ...eminine. I lift a breast up and bury my nose and mouth underneath, so musty and warm. Damp, the sweatiest part of her body right now probably. I lick at the crease of her underboob. Gross, but my cock throbs painfully in Ella’s belly. I grab Ella’s wrists with one hand, both still bound together, and lift. She struggles a bit but my strength. Tuesday 4:45 A.M. W. Van Buren St. & Wabash Ave.Grabbing Angelo's copy of the Sun Times Morning Edition, Mike drifted over to the delivery entrance of the bakery preparing for the morning's ritual exchange. It still struck him as a dirt cheap price for a cup of the best coffee in the City. The aroma that greeted his nose was like the caress of a long lost lover and he stood entranced for a moment, leaning into it to savor it in full."Angelo, I swear you use magic to brew coffee like that!!". I could smell her. I could smell that scent of that perfect pussy, whichhad been fucked a short time ago. Again I moved myhands with the edge of the nightie inside them. I movedthe fabric up, as far as I could, taking in the sightof her naked lower body up to her navel. My cock wasaching to enter her. It rubbed against my boxers,calling for me to mount her while my brother sleptbeside her. As much was I wanted to, I knew I couldn’tgo that far.I looked again at her breasts. My eyes were. "Sophie what are you doing?" I asked."Cleaning out the excess from my cabinets. I wonder if anyone would wantthese?" she asked holding up a misshaped plastic bowl that I knew hadbeen too close to the stove one evening when Tizzy was learning to makeStir Fry. It had held the prepared ingredients until she was ready forthem."I think I have a few things too," I got up and began helping add a fewthings. I was standing there looking at my cat salt and pepper shakers.I actually had two full sets,.