Erica could mentally envision Kimberly striding around smugly, possibly en route to the first book already. 'Damn it, Erica,' she admonished herself, ...'focus on your own game.' As she walked through the aisles she saw the escalators to the fourth floor, and on a whim started walking towards them. Even dressed as modestly as she currently was, several men that she passed stopped what they were reading and took the time to blatantly stare directly at her ass as she strode on. Without turning. Since she didn’t want to cum quickly, she slowed and then backed out entirely. Not satisfied, she once again took my dripping cock in her soft hands and lavished more attention on it. I was so overcome with desire that I eagerly sought out her cock to stroke and suck while she toyed with me. While she stroked my cock, she asked me to enter her. I bent her over the desk and happily obliged. She gasped softly as my swollen cock slid into her, and I almost came as she constricted around me. She. Angela really was like me.I interrupted her momentarily to interject some truth into her rant. "Angela, you realize that their reaction is the only thing that keeps you safe from being locked up as a mental case or taken away by the military and used as a lab rat, right? Let them think you're quiet and just a little odd. As long as they have a good explanation that suits them, they'll not think about you in any other way, which means you're safe."She went on as if she hadn't heard. "I knew you. " The goldeen and the horsea?"Misty nodded. "New trainers in Cerulean City can only choose water types," explained Misty as they found a good seat in the bleachers overlooking a cordoned off section of lake, "Some people might call that a weakness, but I've always thought of it as something to be proud of." Lav'Brats get a choice of a rattata, pidgey, or a bellsprout," added Miranda reminiscently."That's an odd combination. And um, 'Lav'Brat'?"Miranda smiled reminiscently, giving Misty a.