Now that we were to it I found the words came hard. ‘Just say it.’ ‘I’m an ink…. An incubus.’ I blurted out. ‘A what?’ I grabbed my I-...phone and googled the word incubus and brought up Wikipedia. ‘They get it mostly right.’ I explained. ‘Of course, repeated intercourse with me actually will not kill you. Instead, it gives health.’ I explained what Jose had told me. My pheromones had been changed so that they were super charged. Smelling them was a turn on. Actual contact with my sweat made me. She had a nice mound of a mature woman. Her legs fair and clean-shaven and very shapely and ending in a dark patch were a sight. I held her knees and roughly spread her legs wide. I moved my face in close and smelt the whiff of her womanhood.I went to kneel in front of her. My tongue was trembling for the contact with her sweet pussy. I lifted her knees over my shoulders and pulled her damp, sweet love-box to my lips. I kissed her labia, tonguing the inner and searching for that throbbing. She took a quick look around and quickly decided that she didn’t want to wait to get down to business. “No need for polite pleasantries, Gil. Offer me a drink after your little surprise,” Layla said as she slid the shoulder strap of her dress off her shoulders and wiggled her gorgeous body out of the dress. “Heels on or off?” “Take your shoes off, please,” I smiled at her and motioned her to my living room. I turned the lights on and dimmed them. Walked to the subwoofer in front of my audio. Katja was Dutch, from Rotterdam, single, and had no family. She was a second-year vocational student, and was doing her internship as a simple office assistant. If anyone called to check, Hans’ office would confirm all of this information.He had me repeat back my instructions, then called for a porter to take our bags, and we left.As we approached the airport in our limousine, I was getting excited, like a little girl who is going to the zoo or the circus. So, I was surprised when we passed the.