Mmm chips. Yep, it was Hugo. The smell did actually hit him before the voice did. Alice never smelled like food. She just smelled like girl. Not that Adrian was a bloodhound, but he did have a good memory for scents. Adrian swung his bare foot against the floor again as Hugo entered the bedroom, making an entrance of it with a good kick.
"Her bum is perky enough, but she strikes me as the granny panty sort which kills it all." Adrian replied, in the end coming to the same conclusion. She could keep her trousers on if she felt like it. But really there was something quite liberating about not being confined to trousers on a regular basis.
"How was work sweetheart? Bring me anything to eat?" He was a bottomless pit.