She began to see it as if it was real. Her mind was now bring her closer to her own crotch and she could see the way her panties had darkened with wet...ness. "Oh yes", she thought. She was definitely hooked on her own scent. An addict of her own creamy essence that sheproduced out of her own lovely vagina.Sarahfina deepened her magical powers of concentration, going further than she had ever gone before. Usually she would need to be at home in her sanctuary to get this deep of a meditative state.. I sighed. There was a knock at my door.“Yeah Zoë?” I yawned.“Dean, I’m sorry I woke you up early.” She wasn’t looking me in the eye. Zoë could stare down a charging rhino.“S’OK, I wasn’t having a particularly good dream anyways,” I calculated, “Nightmare?”“Really bad,” She nodded.“Well, it’s over now.” I shrugged offering support. I gave her a hug. I didn’t realize I had reached around her until I squeezed her against me. This was not like us. She squeezed my guts back.“Don’t be a--” She cut. "I thought fingers were your reference."I held my hand up, fingers spread, palm toward her. She high fived me so I held my hand out to Laura. She seemed to very carefully examine my hand, her brows knitted."Well, I'm not very big, actually." I held my thumb and forefinger about an inch apart. "Maybe just a bit more than that." I spread my fingers to about a two inch gap.Laney seemed horrified at my admission. Her eyes so wide, they seemed to fill her narrow face. Laura seemed to be choking back. Graham, a guy who lived next door and was recently separated cornered me and moaned on monotonously about his wife and asked if I knew anything about her, I have to say I did but I wasn't telling him, she had been seeing a boy half her age from the next village for a year to my certain knowledge.More booze flowed and at about 9 we ran out of wine, Clive a 50 something year old photographer who lived with his wife (the hon something) next door but one to us on the green volunteered to go to the.