Even I can hardly stand the smell.? I had her at least talking about her feet so I was not about to let her off the hook without one good try t...o get at them. ?Sara, there are lots of things that people don’t like. The smell of spoiled fish, or the smell of a broken gas line. It’s funny though. Ever hear the saying, ONE MAN’S GARBAGE IS ANOTHER MAN’S TREASURE?? She looked at me with a knowing smile. There was a gleam in her eyes and her face reddened. ?Well yes. Richard had his beloved Tig as a daughter. Deborah felt that a stigma had been lifted from Tig. Annette felt both emotions.Harry was still there. He loved his Tig and she, in her way, loved him deeply. He was her greatest friend in whom she could confide everything. With him at Cambridge they never saw each other during term time but remained in constant contact by e-mail, texts and telephone.When she became sixteen though Annette's hormones and curiosity got the better of her. She wanted to. Duke slid in close again andput his hand back on my leg. I tried to keep a safe distance."Move in closer to him." Cindy said through the earpiece.I reluctantly slid in close to him."Ah, that's it babe." He said. He put my hand back on his cock. He wasstarting to get hard. "Now you're getting a handle on things." Helaughed at his own joke. I smiled and giggled slightly."Rub his cock." Cindy said. I flipped my hair and shook my head, no, atthe same time."Come on." She replied. "Think of what we. She chuckled again and I could see her shaking her pretty red head as she said, "Spare key? I didn't even know your house had locks on the door. You never use them if they do." I can't help it if I'm a trusting soul." I told her with a chuckle of my own. "I'll see you later." See you tonight." She said before she hung up.The club was the same as it always was. The same people sitting in damn near the same place, drinking the same drinks, talking about the same old things. Nothing ever changes.