He was a pleasant man over 50 yo. He offered me a drink to relax. I get the first glass of wine and asked him if I can use the bathroom to change my c...lothes.I get in Bathroom and changed as a girl. Now things were much better. I was already horny and wanted him.When I get back in the room he was already without a shirt but in blue jeans.I asked for another glass of wine and we started to talk. He as very interesting and pleasant but I came here for a Fuck so I decide to take action.He read this. I was extremely shy. But a friend of mine had been drawing me out, trying to build my ego and give me more self confidence." I thought you were nice. We had never spoken. But we had nodded, said hello. We smiled at each other from time to time. You seemed like a nice girl. One day, just before class started, I asked you to go out with me. You burst out laughing, very loudly. Then you turned and joked with your girlfriend about me, how much nerve I had and what a loser I was. You kept it up. Let’s face it, people. Research is hard! If you’re going to make a real difference in the world, you’ve gotta use a cleaver, not a scalpel.Sure, I fretted over it some. Mostly, though, I was just pleased with myself. If a few people had to die so that the whole damned planet could be freed from tobacco addiction, well, that was a small price to pay.I had done a good thing.Essentially.I contented myself for several months, just checking the news of the world, watching for new forms of evildoing. At times, she'd use her pussy juices to prepare the waiting mouths. The better prepared a mouth is, the better the shit would taste.Jiya was an accomplished eater too. But she would indulge into eating only from exclusive sources, those that could produce truly delectable sausages. Her personal preference was an output from a vegetarian, high fibre diet from girls in their late twenties who could hold their stuff for several days. She didn't like to eat from skinny women. Her food would come.