?Mark, it?s me, David,? Sonya said.Mark chuckled. ?Why hello there, Sonya.?Sonya was stunned into silence. ?How did you know my name?? she said.?I mad...e you,? Mark said. ?Right down to your statuesque body, long blondhair, distaste for meat, penchant for classical music, and the way poetrygets you all horny. All of that stuff is engineered into thosenondescript white pills you have, including the name you would callyourself.?Sonya felt angry. ?But that seems?it?s not???I know, it seems unfair.. The poor guy was about to say sorry when I just pulled the strings of my top and threw it away and then went for the thongThe guys were dumb stuck thats the last thing they had expected!!.I continued dancing and started to shake my self before Raj my pussy infront of his face.I moved so as to bring it closer to his nose and sway backwards trying to create its aroma.Then I turned back and did the same.Then I knelled forward on all my fours with my ass uo,I turned my head backwards and asked'Are. No lingerie or superfluous decoration. She had even removed the internally flawless one-and-a-half carat diamond stud earrings John had given her as a wedding present. Philippa’s pert 34B breasts were still young, firm and high. Her nipples were already hard from the foreplay and aching to be touched. She looked down at John’s slick saliva-covered cock sticking up in a hard arc of off his toned abdomen. She was amazed at how much pleasure a married woman could derive from those eight inches of. He is pretty damn young though, and he is not really hitting on me. I text you while he pays for my drink, "Guy buying me a gin already!" I wait a second and you respond, "Damn baby! Is he flirting with you?" He is not really and I let you know. You send me a sad face emoji. He hands me my gin and grabs the two other beers he ordered. "Maybe I'll see you later," he says. "Okay, maybe, thanks!" I say loudly to him over the music. He disappears into the crowd and leaves me with my drink at the.