Panty Sniffing

Mike took his wallet out and after fishing out a photo he handed it to her. While she looked at it he removed his jacket, shirt, and undershirt. She noticed how fit he looked and how hairy his chest was but most of her attention was once again on the revealed tattoo. She stared at it and became avid. Once again it seemed to be something about the silvery tattoo, her attention was drawn to it immediately and her breathing quickened noticeably. She tried blonde to concentrate on the photo in her hand, it showed something entirely different but more or less the same color. “What is this?” The photo showed an arm tattooed with an image of a brunette nude woman perched upon a thousand pound munition as if it were a carnival ride. Underneath the bomb in a fluid reality it read Sassy Sally and the backdrop of the scene was the nose of a large aircraft. “That is Sassy amateur Sally, she is what is known as nose art. The plane is the bomber my grandfather flew in during world war two. He had the same tattoo, my dad had it, and Big Boobs I have or had it.” “Whose arm is in the picture, your dad’s or your granddads?” “That’s my arm in the picture. That’s my tattoo.” Ada looked at the picture and looked at his arm. She looked every bit as confused as she felt, nothing was making sense and on top of it all she felt what she was beginning to realize was a desire to undress for him, to try to seduce him. “Why am I continuously bewildered by what you say and why do I want you more than you seem to want babe me? This is the strangest seduction I have ever been a party to.” She shook her head as if to clear it but it didn’t help. “That’s because I’m not trying to seduce you, I want the geisha.” “What?! Wait, what?!” “It is confusing isn’t it?” he said. Knowing he should stop leading up to it and just make his move he rose and sat next to her on the bed. “Yes, stop talking.” She said. Her hands went to him on their own and she began moving her fingers through the hair of his chest while she kissed him. For a while after that it looked like any other passionate affair. He fondled her breasts through her clothing while they kissed. I have had enough of the screaming and so I cover her mouth with my hand. I heard you were pretty smart, so if you write it for me ill give you a blowjob right here.” My eyes lit up with excitement. “No there isn’t, you little snoop.” This one clip showed a large man standing over a younger guy with his big cock out, stroking himself. I walk towards the back of the plans, the further back I go, the quieter the plane is. You move around until we are face to face. My flesh writhed as I bucked on him. He said in a drunken slur, "Open your mouth, Tara, now watch those fangs of yours." “Yes; yes it is.” Amy took to wearing more low cut blouses, but her relative babe lack of tits made this not terribly exciting. Her fingers pinched my labia. Grace took a deep breath. “Yes,” I groaned as she lifted her pussy up my dick. Some of your clothes are supposed to be on the brick wall under the Wells Fargo Bank amateur sign. “Fuck,” I muttered. “Yes” “You’re confusing a question with an order. Fifteen years of homeschooling, the Sisterhood, and the internet had given her an encyclopedia of knowledge without experience. When we finally broke, you sat back and asked me reality "Would you like to finally get a real look at me?" “Would you be able to email the stored images please; the email address is Big Boobs on the card.” I hadn’t gotten any of the implants, a portion of it was missing – not a large portion, but I felt my blonde subconscious tumble over itself. The woman's name was Candice Brown though." And again. "Okay."