“Hmm smell”, she softly commanded with a quiet whisper. The aroma was now becoming so overwhelming. It was so smelly and pungent, but I was enjoyi...ng it so much for some reason. I just kept sniffing more and more as she continually wiggled her damp, vinegary scented, socked toes on my nose. “You see I was right, you’re really liking the smell now”, Olivia said with a cute smile. “What is my stinky white sock like, is it a horrible cheesy smell?” I shook my head as she scrunched her toes over my. I don't know how often I stared at his lips but at one point he asks me if I want to kiss him to which I reply, 'Why would you think that?' "I don't know," he says. "Maybe because you can't take your eyes off my mouth." I know I blushed at that statement and in an instant he is leaning over taking my lips in his, kissing me in a way I hadn't been kissed in years. I was so excited I wanted to reach over and start groping him as if I were a wild a****l. Instead I just sat there letting him kiss. It swung open on creaking old hinges. She stepped over the rope and pulled him after her. They went through and she closed the door quickly behind them. She turned and leant back against the door, placing her hands against the old wood. Intensity had returned to his features, his grey eyes shining in contrast to the shadow of the dim hallway. She let out a breath and smiled slightly. "That wasn't the trouble I had in mind," she said. He moved forward quickly. A heartbeat later his hands were. When they entered they room they just saw one bed and one small bulb, and a table with indian made liquor and two glasses with some water and bitings. Kurlekar took off his shirt and pants and was now in his underwear and he was hairy and stinky, he sat on the bed and made a drink for both and offered ruchi, she said no so he got up and slapped her so hard that she fell down on the ground, and bled from her lips, she was cyring and begging for help. Kurlekar offered her the drink again and this.