He was another one of the rotation guards and Mark spent quite a bit of time next to him on the bench. Trey was 6’11” and 180 pounds. He carried a... little extra weight all over and wasn’t particularly muscular. To be honest, he didn’t try very hard or seem like he wanted to be there. Trey’s father had been a college basketball player at a big-name school. He had been given the name and a burden of expectation to be a basketball star since the day that he was born. Mark felt sorry for him because. That was when Sato-san noticed there was a woman in the room. Not his perception of beauty ... but well enough. That is, if one discounts the round eyes, golden hair, big bust and impressive hips and ass ... but she didn’t fit his preconceived mental template.That template was light almost white skin, black hair and large black eyes, medium bust but round breasts, thin physique and small feet. And the proper scent.Scent is so much a part of us we don’t notice until we are in a truly different. She nibbled on my ear as I bent over to work on her nipples. I worked my way South with my tongue, heading for the Promised Land of love and sex. I could smell the aroma already rising from her cunt and it was intoxicating. I love the smell and taste of cunt, especially when the woman is aroused. My tongue found her clitoris, which was already wet, exposed, and ready for pleasure. As I made love to her clit with my tongue and mouth I inserted a finger into her vagina and finger fucked her as I. She wanted to smash them all into a million pieces. She wanted to hurt him back. Theodore, to his credit, said nothing more, letting Wendy wrestle and seethe, weep and curse, grieve and ponder. They sat in silence for nearly two hours. Wendy’s audible grieving had subsided, but Ted could see on her face, in her steely gray eyes, that the sorrow raged on. Wendy eventually entered the stage wherein she considered that perhaps she’d driven him to it. Had she been cold and distant? Had Ted found.