Open one up and take a sniff on the inside. Get in there close and take a big whiff. What do you smell?”He opened the case that he had in his hand a...nd followed my instructions. “Well, it’s a plastic smell. But the cases are made of plastic. They’re supposed to smell that way.”“You’re right, and Mr. Fuzzy has a highly developed sense of smell. At least as good as a bear. Don’t forget. He relies on all of his senses. And that includes smell. He can smell your pipe tobacco, your ivory soap, the. ’ I stood up out of my crouch, my old knees cracking as I went. ‘Look baby, I know it’s taking longer than expected but I promise I’ll be all done real soon.’ She looked thoughtful for a moment, before standing and walking over, stopping only when she was pressed all up against my front, I could feel every plush curve on her body. Her delectable E’s were smashed against my ribs, soft stomach pressed to mine. I put my hands on her flank and stroked up and down, feeling lace and hips, juicy. While she arched her back and writhed under the blanket, the friction from the fabric made her feel sensual in a new way. She recalled how frustrated she had been the previous night when the stranger could only touch her through her clothes. Abby made it up to herself by caressing her body while she thought about him. She remembered how much she had wanted to feel something inside of her. She spread her thighs and touched herself at the center, looking for the little opening. She frowned while. The outfit she wore barely covered her breasts. The redhead couldn't help but ogle. It wasn't from an attraction to her but envy. A large ball-gag was strapped snugly in her mouth. The red shade of the gag matched the color of her lipstick perfectly. Silently, she held the door for the two of them, not making a sound nor making eye contact.“Who is she?” Wes couldn't help himself. He asked the question before he could stop his voice. He shouldn't have done that. Why did he just have to ask such.