"Did he pick anything else up?" No, and I don't know how much he could actually see either," I said. "He knew who I was, but he didn't know if you wer...e Alice or Sharon. He admitted he got the information from Samantha, so he should have been able to tell you apart." Hmm," she said. "That's interesting. I wonder what he's actually seeing? If he couldn't tell if I was blonde or brunette, then there certainly isn't much detail." Well, he could see well enough to know where my eyes were," I said.. Yes, nice...see how that keeps me hard?...Now with one hand, stroke my cock....good...very good...okay, now put one finger in your mouth and lick it up good. I want you to run your finger into my ass...I want you to find my prostate gland...easy, easy!...good...good...ooo...a little more...ooooh, do you feel that?" "Wow, I can't believe how hard your cock got." She started to stroke me briskly. "No. Stop. Take your finger out....oooh, that feels great....oooh." I rolled over and told her to. Then their perfume hit. It began as an itch in the back of my nose, and rapidly increased to a featherduster in my sinuses. I managed a half-dozen incredible sneezes, and sat there with a dazed expression from forcing too much oxygen into my system. Being allergic to perfume was another reason I was dateless. It wasn'tlike I was ugly, rather, most girls thought I was a hunk. But giving my partner a sneeze instead of a kiss, or leaving her half-deaf from one of the unplanned explosions had. I felt him take one in his mouth, his tongue flicked it and I felt him nibble on it. I grabbed his head in my hands and I about pushed his head through my chest trying to get more of my nipple in his hot loving mouth.Now I was moaning, and thought this is how a woman feels when she is being loved....I LOVED the feeling.He played with my nipples for a full 5 minutes, and still had not touch my screaming hard cock. I had tried to grab his, but he took my hand away and said...."soon enough. I want.