”He sniffed the air and then a smile grew on his lips. “Maybe, but you do smell good.”The dancing had made me warm so I took off my tank-top and...fanned my face with my hand. Again he sniffed the air.“Did you just take off your top?” a smile grew on his face.“Wow, how did you know?”“I can smell the soap you used and the smell is strong now.”“That’s amazing, have your others senses increased as well?”Steve shook his head, “not really. I have always had a keen sense of smell.”“Well, I better go. When I played with my action men I would often make genitalia for them out of plasticine and get them to have sex, this usually gave me an erection and, if I could, I would quickly wank into a tissue.I was very interested in military history and a friend of mine told me his granddad had lots of old history magazines and artefacts like medals, badges and that sort of thing. He said he would be happy to show me them. He lived quite close to me, a couple of bus stops, and one Saturday morning I. I looked over at myold body which felt REALLY weird seeing it slumped over. It was likehaving an out of body experience.. Well, I guess I sort of was, except Iwas still in a body, just not my own."Oh come on now, I already told you there's nothing to be embarrasedabout. I've seen those boobs hundreds of times," she reassured me. Sherustled through her dresser and pulled out a bra and panties and handedthem to me."Here! put these on so you can relax already," she said non-chalantly.Both the. The slight memory of the fingering on window flashed in her mind and a soft almost silent “Nooo....” erupted from her lips. The fingers were playing with her nerve endings. They were dipping, curling, hooking, probing and twitching every now and then. Soon his right hand resting on her cleavage found one of her melons and started squeezing blood out of it. Snehal had now lost the ability to think. She could now only focus on ‘ the hands’ which were drawing gasps from her. It went on for a.