“… You called me in just to talk about stuff like that?” Ritsuko finally asked.Misato laughed and tapped her finger against her cheek “Yeah, b...ut for a reason… I did it with Asuka…. And she ate it all up…. And her face…. You could tell she nearly came, she loved it so much…” Misato spoke to the phone. “And I was wondering… If you could come up with some sort of an excuse to have her let go earlier to Nerv… We could try some stuff we never did when we were young Ritsuko.”Another long moment of. In me, and on me. I guess I almost froze. I thought about this taste in my mouth, and how it almost made me gag again, but also tasted kind of good; like cantaloupe with a lot of salt.He pulled back, took a deep breath, and I watched as his dick fell limp. "Damn, girl. You're good!" He tucked himself back into his sweatpants, and started toward the door. "I dunno about you, but I need a drink." He said something about keeping the door closed, and his roommate, as he walked out into the. She said he seemed a bit disappointed but agreed. She said that it wasn’t until she took the long shirt off that she had put on to answer the door that he realized what she meant. She said he followed her around like a puppy dog and kept telling her how much she looked like my mom. She actually does look a lot like my mom. She said that every time she would bend over or lean over something he would try to grab her ass or feel her tits. She said at first she was pushing him away and play. My reflection in the mirror had never looked so stunning. My blue eyessparkled in tune with the dress, framed by the most glamorous makeup I'dever seen. My pouty lips looked ever so kissable, my cheekbones longed tobe caressed, and my eyelashes fluttered as the last of the swirling magicfaded away. Thanks to this dress, I had become the girl of my dreams. Iwanted this moment to last forever.But it couldn't.I looked back in the mirror, and the illusion faded away. I wasn't abeautiful prom queen..