There was this lingering odor that, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, was familiar to me. Indian sex I could have smacked myself silly for that little detail. I moaned more around the realistic looking toy, this time more from reaction than pretending so as to set the mood, and stared at myself in the mirror. I don’t think I have to say reading was the last thing on my mind, but it was all I could do to stop from freaking out. At first I ignored it, continuing to push the toy into my mouth until I couldn’t take anymore, the last two itches of it still sticking out of my mouth. Maybe I spilled something on them? Normally she comes right into my room to check on me, but I had a feeling that, walking past her room as I did earlier, she might realize the mess and go straight to making it.
