‘Take a good look, Mr. Therapist. Where are you going to start?’ She was releasing the aroma of desire and as she opened her legs slightly it grew... stronger. I could feel my nostrils flare involuntarily and my cock twitched. I’ve always been sensitive to the scent of lust. My cock was at half stand and I could feel it thickening as I gazed at her. Her teats were straining from her breasts, the pebbled areolas pulled into ovals by the taut flesh of her nipples. She had trimmed her dark bush and. The sound of slurping continued to emanate from the interface between Bradley’s mouth and Harriet’s cunt.“Will you come to the funeral?” asked Rob. “It’s tomorrow afternoon.”“Where?”“38B Tottenham Cunt Road. Knock twice – oh fuck…” he added, as Eva teased his frenulum with quick gentle flicks of her tongue.“What? The place with the green door?”“You know it?”“Uh, well…” Alison looked sheepishly at Claire, “I got a book there…” Claire looked wide-eyed at Alison, her mouth gaping in shock. Alison. He seemed pretty young and I guessed he was about twenty four years old. I backed away slightly and kept my eyes on him without speaking. Oh, you dont have to be afraid of me, Little Red, I was just wondering what kind of goodies you had in that hood of yours, he said as he raked his eyes over my body resting his eyes on the smoothness of my legs. My, what lovely legs you have. Leave me alone, I mumbled. And what lovely breasts you have, he continued. I said leave me alone! I said louder. I. “I’m on the edge of my seat; you found a place to live?”She inched closer to the table. “I met a man.”The world as he knew it, as he wanted it to be, fell away. The table began to spin. There was not enough room in his body for both her words and for air. He felt sick.“You OK?” she asked.“A bit too much wine in that last toast,” he scrambled to regain his composure like a boxer trying to make it to the bell after suffering a first round knockout blow. Feigning a cough he grabbed a glass of.