Instead she began to smear it all over my body; across my back, my belly, my breasts and even on my face and in my hair. I didn’t know what she was ...doing at the time but later I would come to recognise it. She was marking me with her scent. I reeked of her. It was her way of taking possession of me.This task completed to her satisfaction, she suddenly jumped to her feet. She seemed mighty pleased with herself for she was chuckling in an odd way and she began to dash about the beach jumping up. . I mean ... I...”“Gavin? Are you a virgin?”He nodded.“You’ve travelled all over Europe and Africa, and you’re still a virgin?”Gavin shrugged. “I suppose I just never met the right girl.”“Well, you have now.” She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. He offered no resistance when she pulled his head towards her for a kiss. Laura thought a tender moment was appropriate, but Gavin was a little too enthusiastic and offered a little too much tongue. She couldn’t help but think that. Her spare hand reached down and cupped his balls. One way and another, Davie wasn't going anywhere.Claudia must have had a sex-free drive down here. Not only was she as randy as a bitch in heat - you could practically smell it when she came into the house - her breasts had obviously grown since the couple had left home that morning. Her shirt had come untucked from her jeans at the front, and two of the buttons had disappeared altogether, leaving a gap at the front where her deep cleavage was. My husband was confident of me getting a berth inside the train. The train’s departure time was ten p.m. Both my husband and my daughter came to railway station to see me off.Till the last moment my ticket was RAC which means I would have to share my berth with someone in case the ticket didn’t get confirmed. I was praying that I should end up sharing the berth some decent lady in case of non-confirmation. We reached the railway station at half past nine p.m.The train starts from my native.