title: Felicity Jones
author: Dawning, Dee
description: They were in the dark. He couldn't see much of her-only a vague silhouette lit from second hand light reflected from the movie, but…he could smell her. More than ever, he could smell her. Her flower scented cologne, her bath wash and her se-x-x. God, all his senses now channeled through his nose and he could actually smell her sex-from three feet away, her beautiful, he just knew, smooth sex. God, it smelled good. The fragrance reminded him of slightly burnt roasted almonds. He knew, given the opportunity, he could lie in front of her sweet sex dining on it all day. Too excited for words, he suddenly felt a constriction in his throat and could barely breathe. He forced himself to breathe hard and the burnt roasted almond bouquet that wafted into his lungs relaxed his throat. He admired her beautiful silhouette as she watched the movie. Had anyone in the history of man since time immemorial, ever wanted a woman more? Could Romeo have wanted Juliet more? Could Marc Anthony have wanted Cleopatra more? Napoleon and Josephine? Solomon and Sheba? No! No eefing way! He took a deep breath and savored her sex. Then another and another. Soon he was mad with lust."Adam, please be quiet. You're making too much noise. What are you grunting and groaning for?"If you only knew, my 'USDA Choice' piece of flesh. What's the warm, smooth, silky object his hand is resting on? He glanced down and realized his hand rested on her pale thigh-only inches from her sex. Then he noticed since almost everyone had moved closer to the screen to watch the movie, the three of them had the last five rows of seats to themselves. He grew even more excited. Sitting in the back row in the dark, they were virtually invisible to the professor or anyone else in the unlikely event they glanced up. He was so nervous, he could feel the red, liquid life-force pulsing in his ears as he slowly, languorously, edged his hand up her thigh. Slowly, under her skirt his fingers crept. Her gasp as his daring fingers touched