As the air conditioning wafts through the room you pick up the scent of my Axe Kilo body spray. I say nothing to you but you can sense that I am looki...ng you over from head to toe while I have you in this prone and helpless state of being. You feel the bed move as I sit or kneel on it, you do not know which. But then you feel my hot breath on your neck. You ache to be touched, your nipples are on fire and you want to feel them in my mouth and being touched by my hands. Your pussy has never been. Ohmigod, he's not scratching himself. He's rubbing his penis. Her eyes rose to his face and his closed eyes. He must be having a dream ... an erotic dream. Holy shit, he's rubbing it more and ... ohmigod, it's growing.Charlie moved to the side of the couch. Glancing around, he felt a surge of invincibility. This was better than a suit of armor. His attention was drawn back to Mrs. Flent when he heard her thoughts.It looks so big, she told herself in what she thought was the privacy of her. I faced him down.I was working myself, I could feel my dry pussy start to wet, as my tight denims bit into my camel toe, and my ass-hole pucker and clench, dirty talk was something I liked to hear, slag, slut, cunt, cock, and fuck, all words that triggered body reactions in a girl, he did not know I now wanted him perhaps ore than he wanted me, but I wanted to toy with him, stretch it out, maybe make him angry enough so it might get rough, like a good old fashioned ****, at least the fight was. The small kitchen belched steam and sizzle from breakfast foods on the grill. Two old men in the corner hunched over a chess board while sipping tea. They must have been regulars, for they sat like statues before making their moves.The cook must have been expecting a sizable crowd for breakfast.He piled more food on the grill, which added more heat to the small area. A back room was equipped with foodstuffs. Khozem ordered a pot of tea and took his seat a few tables from the old men. He could.