Thomas was known as the pussy sniffer. He had developed a special ability from an early age. Even before he had a girlfriend, he had a fascination with women and their panties. At home, he smelled the panties of his mother and both his sisters, and when an aunt or niece stayed over, he also tried to take in the scents from their worn panties. Photo Maya.


He also tried to get as close to them each time to smell not only the scents of their panties, but also the body odors rising from their crotches. Slowly but surely he developed this further and noticed that a woman’s scents changed with their cycle and so when he was 17 he smelled perfectly when a woman, perhaps even without being aware of it herself, was signaling with her scents that she was horny and was easier to seduce at those times than at other times.

Thus he knew exactly when both sisters were menstruating or horny, when they were open to being fucked or when they smelled like sex. He noticed those smells by their posture, their body odors, their vaginal aroma and the odors from their panties. From his mother’s panties, he smelled several odors over the years that first led him to the idea that she might be sleeping with two different men.

When he got a girlfriend, Sacha, for several months he had his first opportunity to closely examine the development of her odors in relation to their sexual attraction and activity. He kept a journal to meticulously track the differences each time he saw her, sometimes per day, sometimes per number of days. If he stayed over at her house for a weekend, when he went to shower he could inspect her mother’s and her sister’s panties in the laundry basket and thus better smell and understand the differences and similarities between all three as well as the cycle they were in.

After several months, he noticed that the smells her sister emitted in her cycle, both around her ovulation and around her menstruation, were more intense and intense. He had become adept at timing showers and did so soon after the girls and their mother had showered. Then he found fresh, worn, panties of all three in the laundry basket. Then one Saturday morning when, they had been what, for almost six months, he had again found fresh panties from all three in the laundry basket and smelled them, he felt his pole stiffen as he smelled his girlfriend’s sister’s panties. The panties were damp, wet with pussy fluid, he could not say for sure if she had masturbated in them, but he had smelled that she had been walking around super horny with these panties. The moisture had not yet dried, and she had been the last to shower.

In the shower, he stroked his own cock and felt that he would prefer to go down on Sacha’s sister Linn today, “just soaking up” her scents between her legs to explore her horniness even better. But as he thought about Linn and her wet pussy, he had actually grown increasingly hungry for her and wondered how he could pull that off today or else tomorrow. Unexpectedly, that opportunity presented itself.

Whether the sister had really been aware of her own horniness and whether that was why she asked him to go shopping with her that morning, she never told him in so many words. But she needed a strong man to go shopping at IKEA and since those stores were less well spread around the country in the days when Thomas was young, they would be out for much of Saturday and wouldn’t be back until near evening or not until after dinner. Of course he thought it would be fun to go out with 20-year-old Linn, and as they sat in the car together he smelled again, even more strongly than in the laundry basket, how her erogenous zones reeked “fuck me, fuck me.

Linn was airily dressed, she had a frivolous summer dress that hung loosely over her legs and he could see an edge of her white panties coming out from under it. After they talked a bit about all sorts of things, he asked Linn if she had a boyfriend. Linn did not have a steady boyfriend, but there was someone with whom she occasionally kissed a little. Innocent really, but “not like you and my sister hey, or don’t you guys make love sometimes. She stroked her hand over his bare left leg and he felt an erection develop in his shorts.

They did indeed make love but they hadn’t been to bed together at that time, some mouth and hand work, but Sacha was still a little less sexually developed than he had hoped and certainly less sexually developed than Neama, as he would soon discover. Very soon. When he said they weren’t sleeping together yet, she looked at him in surprise. ‘You seemed like a pretty potent kid otherwise,’ and again she stroked his leg, now a little higher and closer to his cock. ‘I thought Sacha would loosen up a bit when she had a boyfriend, but not so?’

He felt his cock throbbing, this was going in the right direction, especially when she moved her hand along his crotch for a moment and felt his cock. ‘Are you getting hot, boy? He almost collapsed, time to make the bold move. Now or never. ‘Pffff, tell me honestly Linn, aren’t you a little bit horny today?’

‘Well Mister Dares, what makes you think that? My hand unexpectedly went into her panties and I felt her labia and ran my finger over her pussy. Soaking wet. ‘Because I smell you’re wet. ‘So Mister doesn’t fuck but calls himself an expert on wet pussy. Well, you’ll have to sniff better later, don’t you think?’ I didn’t know what I was hearing. And in the next few weeks we’ll see if Mr. is such a good sniffing expert. She took a turn and after a while they were on a shortcut, stopping in front of a fence near a quiet little bush. Well, I think the back seat will be very happy with you and me.

She got out, took off her panties and got into the back seat. Come on, we don’t have hours and threw her panties at me. Tell me what you smell first. He got out, sat next to her and as he told her what he smelled in her panties she pulled down his pants and he sat with a throbbing tight purple cock waiting for him to smell her pussy first and then, could he really visit her pussy? Would he fuck his first girl today? I can smell that you are much hornier today than in the last few months, I don’t think your panties have been this wet in the last few months.

Of course, I am curious why you are so much hornier today, spreading so much more scent than in the months before. ‘Yes what do you think, I can also see that you have a nice device and I actually never sit in my car with a boy who has such a nice boner’ and stroked my cock. Do you want to smell my pussy first, baby, lick it too. An even stronger smell came out of her womb, oef, he had to explore that further, if he could, over the next few months, he licked, tasted, sucked in her taste, tasted the similarity between taste and smell and licked until she started to breathe deeper, to jerk, ‘oh Thomas, how delicious is that, do I taste as good as my sister?

He wasn’t lying when he said that she was much more delicious, just because she vaporized so many more horny scents, and her taste was also much more delicious and lustful. She stroked his cock, lay down on the back seat and let him in. “Come on, live it up, it doesn’t have to be perfect, I just want to feel you inside me. He couldn’t be inside her for long either, he shot his sperm into her womb within 30 seconds or so. She asked for a repeat, and the second time he lasted longer, but after five minutes it was over. Say, Thomas, don’t you think that tonight at dinner we should just break the good news that from now on you are my lover? She saw his hesitation and made another suggestion, not unattractive to him. Okay, I understand that you want to end things nicely with my sister. Of course, I’m also kind of a bitch for seducing and fucking her boyfriend. Shall we say that we are friends from now on, but you have another month to break up with her? He didn’t have to think about it, he squeezed her bottom ‘we’re friends’ and stowed her panties in his backpack. Instead of rings, he smiled at her.

In the afternoon at IKEA he enjoyed her bare bottom under her dress. They only had to go to the warehouse, she knew exactly what she wanted, but they walked through everything. They sat on the couch together and talked like they had been married for 20 years, they sat on a chair or stool near a dining table and when she got up he smelled her chair or stool and once she moved her butt back and forth on the stool. Take a picture when I stand up. The stool was wet and after the picture he bent down and licked up the moisture that dripped onto the stool. Oak pearls’ he wrote under the photo he sent her. Then he saw that Sacha had also sent a photo. He could only open it once, so he guessed ‘hot news’. The text under it was ‘She’s waiting for you. Enter without knocking.

He became furiously curious, but it would be too obvious to open the picture now. They went over to the beds and mattresses and of course they had to test lying there. Linn wanted to test fuck as well, because only then would you know what such a mattress can take. But only on a mattress in a corner of the ward could he get his fingers under her dress for a while until he had enough moisture on his fingers to slurp it up. Among the kitchen utensils he took a wooden ladle and stood between the lamps so close behind her that he pressed the ladle against her ass. Thomas, don’t do that,’ she said, but he persisted, and her startled scream made a few people look in her direction.

Sorry guys, I wasn’t paying attention for a moment” and she felt him push the ladle deeper into her asshole. He went as deep as he could and she just stood there until he told her to walk and tickled her side. She took a step forward and walked a little uncomfortably with the half ladle in her ass. Of course it popped out three rows away and he was quick enough to pick it up and throw it behind some lamps. Linn looked him straight in the eye, “What kind of child are you? Do you do this to Sacha?” “Of course not, bitch,” he said and grabbed his smartphone to look at Sacha’s picture.

She had shaved her pussy and was showing it, with open labia. Wow, lucky he had some time to enjoy both sisters. The sight of a hot pussy and a warm night excited him and made him challenge Linn even more than he already did. They were both let out and as Linn lay down on a rug near the carpets she spread her legs, pulled her dress up to her hips and between her hips he saw her pearly pussy. A few minutes later he heard a girl say, “Mom, the lady with no panties on. Her mother looked at Linn, then at him, then at her daughter and said that sometimes people like that and that’s why they do it. In the warehouse they found the things they were looking for and came to a quiet corridor in the back.

Thomas bent down and disappeared with his head under the dress between Linn’s legs. She enjoyed his licks, but she didn’t know if she could have a silent orgasm, especially when his hands cupped her buttocks and his tongue shifted up a notch. Leaning against the rack with her hands, she felt warm, moist streams running from her groin into his mouth, down the insides of her legs, and with her legs she was clutching his head at the exact moment she had a double orgasm. Cunt,’ she cried out coldly and Thomas came up immediately. Just in time, because a few people looked around the corner of the row of shelves. Sorry guys, nothing wrong, he was a bit clumsy with the box, it’s okay. Smelling herself, she kissed Thomas ‘so that was nice man, we are going to have some good times together’ and pushed the cart towards the checkout.

Back at home, Sacha was very affectionate and hung around his neck, she whispered in his ears that she felt like making love to him tonight. Thomas smelled that the scent of her pussy was stronger than ever, stronger than the panties he had smelled in the laundry basket this morning. He kissed her on the mouth, held her buttocks tightly, pressed her pussy tightly against his hard-on. He liked her, and he smelled that she liked him, and he felt a slight pride that he was able to get both sisters on his pole today. In the evening, when they went to bed, he pushed her onto the bed and smelled her panties for the first time.

She smelled almost as horny as Linn, at least she had never been as horny as she was now, and when he asked her about it, she couldn’t really explain why she wanted to go to bed with him now. But she knew it was because he had been out with her sister that day, and she had known her sister longer than she knew him now. It would not surprise her if she had seduced him, and she had felt and pushed away the thought that they had masturbated among the pine needles somewhere along a quiet forest path.

She had fingered herself about the same time he had filled Linn’s gas tank in the back seat, and crazily – she told herself – she had fantasized about him grabbing Linn when she had wanted him to open her lap for the first time. And now, with his nose between her legs, with his lips sucking her clit very lightly, the orgasm was about to happen. God, how stiff and hard his cock had become, still with the aftertaste of Linn. He was so hungry for Sacha that he bit her clit, her nipples, her earlobes, her nose, and with the moisture flowing from her pussy, he licked her lips and kissed her as he entered her. It was desire and jealousy that made Sacha give herself to Thomas that day, she felt Linn’s hot breath (and hot pussy) panting on her neck, but the positive feeling prevailed. And the panties from that evening disappeared into his pocket and were the second in his collection.

A week or two later, Thomas told Sacha about the visit to Ikea and Linn’s proposal. She was not surprised that something had happened between them and that Linn wanted him as a boyfriend. To Thomass’ surprise, Sacha came up with a special proposal if he didn’t want to just be friends with both of them. Sacha would discuss this with Linn the following week, and then Thomas could simply take turns sleeping with both of them, or even with both of them together. Linn was totally surprised that her sister could come up with such a plan, it actually seemed like the best idea to her, because of course she had already figured out for a long time that Thomas was a nice fuck (because they’d done it quite a few times during those weeks) but not her fiancé or her husband-to-be, and hitching a ride on her sister’s love, well, she could see that, and that’s how the three lovers interacted during the following months. Still, he remained curious about her mother’s panties as well, for they also emitted a strong, and strongly related, scent.

A week after he had darkened one of her panties on a weekend and added it to his collection, she spoke to him about it, at a time when her daughters and husband were not at home. She was missing a pair of panties and wondered if her suspicion that he might have them was correct. His attempts to deny it were perfectly seen through by her, for she said that there was something that said it was so, and he felt that his ever tightening stick pointing in her direction spoke for itself and contradicted everything he was trying to deny. He admitted the panties.

Of course she wanted to know what the boy who fucked her daughters had to do with her panties, and she was thrilled when he said that he was turned on by the smells coming from her panties. Slowly she unbuttoned his jeans, did he want to have sex with her too? If you want my panties, I want your semen, friend, even before my girls get your semen today, and she sucked on his pole with her lips. It had been a long time since she had tasted young fruit, it was the first time he had visited the lap of a MILF -at her request!- and rejoiced with his seed.

Partly because of this intervention, which eventually, months later, marked the end of his “relationships” with both Linn and Sacha, he shifted his sniffing activities to public spaces. When he was in the pub with Linn and smelled a desire smell next to him, he was lured to that smell, and the first time he could stroke the panties where that smell came from, and finger or suck the pussy that spread those scents, he felt the excitement and sensation it brought, especially the time he managed to put the panties of the satisfied one in his pocket, too, less than a meter away from Linn, unnoticed. It was inevitable that Linn or Sacha would notice that he was applying what he had developed partly because of them, the gift of smelling hot pussy, to other women as well. At first they seemed to give him some leeway if he just smelled a pussy or if he licked and sucked the pussy and took a pair of panties, but he saw the girls or ladies more often, licked them repeatedly and that caused tension in both relationships.

One Saturday afternoon, the MILF’s mother tried to sit down with both daughters and Thomas, because she suspected that her relationship with him might also come to an end and she wanted to avoid that. Linn and Sacha could go a long way with what they called Thomas’ slight deviation, if he only collected panties and stuck his nose and tongue into another woman’s pussy, they could tolerate it, even if they still tasted her pussy on his lips that night, even if he fucked them once, they could tolerate it, but when a pattern of dates and repeat visits developed, well, they both found that annoying. For a few more months Thomas managed to prolong his relationship with the sisters because he promised – and did his best – to make only one-time visits to the ladies of the panties, but the smell of the panties in his closet was too strong to make him keep his promise.

The bigger his collection, the stronger the smell in Thomas’ house. There was no stopping him, he smelled them and he knew exactly when they would spread the same strong scent again and when he was near them, all senses and body parts were activated to fully enjoy those scents and their spreaders. He compared his collection of panties to the scents that overlapped at Douglas or IciParis, he just could not resist. When he sniffed the most delicious scents with his nose, he could only end it by stirring his pole in the original owner’s cream pot and mixing his seed and his own scents with her scents. So he preferred to collect at least two pairs of panties from some girls: one with only her scent and one with the scent of both of them together.

He had enough time to get panties from Linn, Sacha, and her mother with her and his moisture, and Linn, whom Thomas regarded mainly as a fucker and not as her steady courtship, was the one of the sisters who stayed with Thomas the longest. Even when his collection included the panties of 30 women at his home, she admired the panties and their smells, and especially the panties in which the female smells mixed with Thomas’ semen brought her to ecstasy, and buried in those panties she let herself be fucked by him for hours. When he reached the panties of 100 women in his collection, she gave him a whole weekend to repeat it. Still, whenever she sees him, she asks him about new developments. Sacha, still hoping that her boyfriend would limit himself to her (and her sister and her mother), got his promise that he really wanted to continue with her, but then she could not ignore his “hobby”.

That was a step too far for her anyway. Even mother, who of course had no relationship with Thomas except a sexual one, stayed in the picture, as did Linn, because she was in love with Thomas’ eroticism. But even Sacha could not say goodbye to him, and although she blamed herself more and more when, “in between relationships”, she still wanted to get a turn from Thomas now and then, and then for a whole weekend, she could not break this pattern with herself. After all, he was her first and, as she admitted more than once, still her best. As time went on, the periods of “in-between relationships” faded, and sometimes he stayed in the picture for a long time after a new date had been upgraded to a relationship, or he came back between her thighs long before the end of a relationship. The constant sex with both sisters and their mother made it easy for him to forgo a permanent relationship and, on the contrary, motivated him to keep looking for new acquisitions in his panty collection. In this way, they only helped him further develop his sense of smell.

He had managed to get one or more pairs of panties from almost every woman he had fucked, caressed or fingered in the past 25 years. Only the three he had only taken once and who had not worn panties because they had naked pussy in their pants or under their skirts were missing from his collection. In addition, he had a number of panties from friendly women he had not fucked, but whose panties led him to them and the smell of their pussy. Not every neighbor girl, niece or aunt had escaped his collecting frenzy, tongue or rod. When he was blindfolded and friends held out a pair of panties to him, he could tell exactly whose panties they belonged to. Only very rarely would he give a false name.

Once he did it on purpose, because his best friend had just held his daughter Myrthe’s panties in front of him, and the friend had just told him that she had a boyfriend for the first time and that they were going to go on vacation soon and that she would probably make love to him for the first time, and how exciting it would be for her. Well, he knew things were different because he had just fucked her for the first time a few weeks ago, but she had not told him then that she was a virgin and nothing in her mating behavior had indicated that she was in fact a virgin, the three times he had fucked her, up until last weekend, she had behaved like an experienced and skilled slut.

The third time, she told him about her boyfriend. When they slept together again in three weeks, he would ask her about him. He deliberately mentioned a name that didn’t sound familiar to his friend, but he didn’t know it was a mismatch because he had neatly coded his daughter’s name with another name in his recognition notebook. He was already looking forward to seeing Myrthe again with her hairy stripe above her pussy.

He hoped he wouldn’t have to say the wrong name again for his second choice, because he knew that there was also a pair of dated and newer panties of his wife in his collection, which he knew he hadn’t coded back then. Granted, she had a common name, so he could get out of it, and the panties were also one of 13 out of a dozen. And indeed, as if the devil was playing with him, he suddenly heard his friend say “oh that’s strange, this one has Marianne too, you should smell her” and indeed it was his Marianne whose scent he sniffed through his nose. The hard-on he had just received from his daughter became even harder as he remembered the last time with Marianne, during a mountain hike they had taken together during their last vacation and during which he had added another pair of her panties to his collection, her fifth by now.

He also remembered the first time, 2 years after Myrthe was born. They had been on a three-day mountain trip together, for some reason they had gotten into a terribly cheesy mood and they both had to pee very badly. It wasn’t easy, because they were walking on a difficult trail and there were always people around. Eventually Thomas wanted to be on the lookout, but that would cost him a pair of well-worn underpants. Marianne was happy to give them up, but wanted him to wear his and her panties all the way to the room in the gite. By Marianne’s mistake, they had booked a double room for the two nights they stayed there. There he had teased her all day, and she had invited him for a “wedding night in the mountains”. They had not been cold that night, they had warmed each other, and he had had sex with Marianne several times a year since that night.

It was an older pair of panties, when Marianne was about 15 years younger, and he still smelled and tasted Marianne’s pussy now that he smelled it and also mentioned her name. His friend immediately pointed out that Thomas had guessed correctly, but he didn’t seem to understand. Funny, my Marianne also wears panties like that, this one is much older, I see. It would have been funny if they were hers. ‘Funny,’ I said. Come on, man, we’ve been on vacation together so many times, even without panties you’d know what her pussy smells like. Wouldn’t you?” “Yes, that’s right, I know what her pussy smells like. He smelled Marianne’s panties, put them away and picked them up again to smell them. Does Marianne smell like that? ‘The same,’ he said, ‘and if you want to know what your Marianne smells like, you’ll have to go and smell her soon,’ and hoped he would be satisfied with that.

His friend picked up a third pair of panties and held them up to his nose. Iris, he knew at once, the schoolteacher they had both talked about in the pub, and about whom they had both said they had sometimes masturbated. But he had gotten Iris out of her clothes not so long ago when they had met for a drink and had had a great time. She had invited him to her place for dinner and dessert had been an “orgasm double the Iris,” she had said, and she had looked strange when he had asked for her panties, but he had gotten them from her. Just last week she had added that she wanted to fuck again, but in these panties he had managed, ‘That’s our Iris, Johan’ and put the panties on the table, it smells creamy, she was almost menstruating, I continue to smell a balmy summer evening and a freshly washed pussy with almond scent. Johan felt he had some explaining to do, and on a whim he suddenly said that he would rather have heard his daughter’s name attached to a pair of panties, so to speak, than Iris’. He would have liked to fuck Iris, too, and he was just jealous that Thomas had not only taken her, but had added an attribute, a trophy, to his collection that came from Iris, so that he could sniff her scent at any time. Then I can understand you masturbating to her with her scent in your nose.

If you put three women in a row and gave him time to smell them, he would recognize them and be able to tell the story associated with them. Again Johan picked up a pair of panties, again it was Jenny’s first pair of panties. Tell him about them and about the time, or one of the times, when you took them. He remembered exactly how it had gone and began: “This one belongs to a young woman, not very experienced in the field of sexuality” and he knew her via via, they spoke occasionally and one afternoon she had come to him because she might want some tutoring and had been sent to him by her mother. He had smelled that she was super horny as soon as he entered and after they had talked about the tutoring and what she needed from him in that regard, he told her that she smelled nice and, he apologized to her, that he smelled not only her eau de toilette but also her super wet pussy. She shifted in her chair. ‘Do you smell that?

I can smell it, and I can also smell that you’ve produced more moisture over the course of our conversation. I bet your panties weren’t very wet to begin with, but now they’re soaking wet. I hope I’m not embarrassing you, no need to be embarrassed, you know, this is very natural. Yes, I know, but for you to smell it and for you to smell that I have become hornier and wetter since I have been here. Yes, of course I can’t speak for you, but when women smell like this, I get a hard-on, and I know they usually feel like making love. Anyway, it made me feel like it. She blushed like a beet and wanted to see his hard-on and he invited her to take off his pants if he could smell her panties and take them off. Johan thought for a moment about what he should say and took the opportunity of the silence to say something as well. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were talking about Jenny, but that’s not possible. Jenny is still a virgin. Thomas said, ‘That’s right’ and alluded to the former, Johan linked it to the latter.

Jenny had regularly seen him naked during their vacations together and had also seen his hard-on, but not that he had a hard-on for her. She thought. Also during their third ‘tutoring session’, when they had finished, she asked him more, but it was hard for him to tell Johan. ‘When you go on vacation with us, we are all pretty close, so you have smelled me for years, also that I was horny last summer?’ ‘Also. ‘And then you also know how my mother smells and when she’s in the mood?’ ‘Yes, I know that, and what I also know is that your smells are not exactly the same, but very similar. ‘So you can smell when my mother has had sex?’ ‘Yes, I can definitely smell that. And, and, and,’ Jenny stammered, ‘I’ll keep this between us, but when you smell that she’s in the mood, do you ever think that you want to have sex with her?’ ‘Yes, and not just think, Jenny, we really had sex. ‘You see, I knew, I always thought that you did other things together during those walks. ‘What do you think about that?

‘Yes, she had mentioned that she had a thing with someone once in a while, but actually it wasn’t until today that I suddenly thought it could be you, and now you’ve gone to bed with her and with me. Would you smell the difference if we were together and both of us were horny and we were standing behind you, would you know who is who? Yes, and also who is hornier, for example, or who is closer to ovulation, or who is tastier at that moment. ‘I think I would like to be taught by you about that as well, may I?’ ‘You may. ‘But if my mother and I smell about the same and you make love to my mother…’ ‘… then you understand why I wanted to make love to you, Jenny, because you are even more delicious than your mother. At that moment he couldn’t hold back any longer, pulled her out of the chair and pulled down her panties. Soaking wet. He had taken off her panties, smelled them and then slurped his tongue along her lips and licked her clit. Jenny told him that she really had to pee and had already unzipped her skirt to run to the bathroom with her naked lower body. He ran after her and stood watching her pee. You used to watch me pee, Jenny. ‘…and marveled at the size of that instrument, and now, now I know what else it can do, and please, take me to your bed. She dried her pussy, flushed and pulled him behind her by his hand.

Smell then, a pussy with piss.’ ‘Jenny’s swollen pussy.’ He laid her on the bed, on her buttocks, smelled her pussy, licked her wet cunt like a rabid dog and sucked her clit and she felt all kinds of things arise in her belly, tingling between her legs, butterflies flew from her navel to her throat and back again to and in her womb, her nipples perked up, she felt like she wanted to suckle him fresh milk and she immediately wanted to stay with him all night, make love to him and fuck him but most of all be fucked and loved by him. His tongue seemed to become the master of her clit, and she would give anything, anything, for him to suck, kiss, make her cum there every day.

She would want her boyfriend watching to see how she could be fucked deliciously. She would do the laundry for Thomas, cook food, always be ready to make him cum in the most delicious ways if he could and continued to spoil her so fantastically deliciously, she wanted to get engaged to him, get married, her mother could also come and fuck him monthly, and if he still had a mistress maybe that too, she was floating to the ceiling, why hadn’t she ever come up with the idea to fuck someone before, to let him go down on her, to caress her breasts, to seduce her father’s friend, to appoint as a course leader ‘smell and use my pussy’? He was allowed to drive his rod between her buttocks, she wanted to suck on it with her lips, he was allowed to try to unlock her anus, and if he wanted he could squirt his seed into her hair so they would stick until the next morning.

It was dark when she woke up and felt a warm moist sticky cock in her butt crack. She must have fallen asleep, in bed with Thomas and looked around her in the dim light, Thomas was behind her, they were in his bed, and by the light was her phone. A message from Thomas. He had texted her mother that she was staying here, he still had a nightshirt for a depraved teenager, just in case she got cold. 5 apps from her boyfriend. She didn’t read those now. 3:15 a.m. And it felt like she could go on like this….