I still thought of it as a bum but I had started to read some American books on sex and it seemed that "butt" was the word to describe a nice bottom.S...o, the next three hours was spent doing the following:First, Samantha said I seem to like smells, so to smell hair for a while. Sam told me that this really is arousing for some woman and certainly for her. So I did. She smelt of apples and some other smell I couldn't identify at all but it was good just the same. The apple smell was her shampoo.. I was having a good time, okay? No complaints. A stroll through a gallery with a gorgeous, artistic friend-of-a-friend was more romance than I’d got from anyone else lately, anyway. And I admit that sometimes there was something intimate about being let in on that silence with her. But not for the first time, she had me wondering if she was the awkward one or I was. Faith had been renting a room in a friend’s house not far from my neighborhood, and staking out as much garage space as she could. “Here, this will work for you. I would love to wear it but it doesn’t have the support I need and my boobs end up flopping all over the place. A few times they have even popped out which was a little embarrassing and, a lot exciting,” said Glenda with a mischievous look on her face.Rita quickly discarded the dress she had on in a pile on the bed and slipped the silver dress carefully over her freshly curled hair. Glenda admired the view of Rita with her hands over her head as she shimmied the. She was breathing hard, her throat and chest flushed as she waited to see what I would do.I pushed my chair back and dropped to my knees, crawling to her. I parted her legs and sat between them, leaning in to kiss the inside curve of her breast. Her fingers ran through my hair, as I kissed my way closer to the milk. I moved my hands up and down her thighs, and finally closed my mouth around her nipple. I swept it with my tongue, tasting the milk, and gave it a good suck.She whimpered quietly.