The smell of her juices was spell binding for me, but some how I controlled myself and said “it is fresh and also it is wonderful smell, which powde...r are you using?” she had a very different smile on her face and she said “this panty I had just worn and have taken out to prove that this is my smell and you find it fresh huh” and she laughed. I replied in low tone “it really is wonderful and fresh smell and I love the fragrance”. She said nothing and asked me to come out. I washed my hands and. ?Can I help you,? I said. ?Mr. Janis?? ?Yes.? ?My name is Bridget Sir, I have some important papers for you to look at, may I come in.? Now I’m not in the habit of letting young girls into my house. She looked like she was about 14 or 15. She had black hair and dressed a little Goth. She looked slightly familiar but I couldn’t quite place her. She looked harmless enough though. ?Sure,? I said, ?come on in.?She stepped inside and I closed the door. ?Come on in,? I said. Just go for it!'And go for it I did. Hesitantly, I sat myself down on the bed, my nudeform partially visible in the dark room thanks to some moonlight from thewindow. Jessica looked enthralled, and began running a soft, delicatehand across my body, tracing from my shoulder, to my chest, down to mythighs."How often do people get a chance to really fuck themselves?" she asked,laughing a bit. "Ok hun, I'll start. I want you to take one of the puffsout of this box, and feed it to me. Not stuff it. We didn’t know what we were doing, and in no time we were high. Or more accurately we were drunk. We were at that stage where anything was funny. If one of us farted the other one laughed hysterically. Travis may have drunk more than me, because he would drift off, as if he were half passed-out, and would come back awake. He’d say something stupid and giggle and then put his head back and be gone. I watched him, and I became more and more…what?...intrigued?...aroused?...excited? Whatever,.