I caught myself letting out a small giggle as I said his name again. Like I said before, he looks like a Hank.We all were walking into the room with t...he workout machines and I immediately looked for Hank. I was trolling for a Hank for a Saturday night date and I wasn't going to settle for a Tom, Dick or Harry. It was going to be a Hank or nothing at all. Looking around the room I wasn't overly surprised to see him, but my hackles immediately came up when I noticed a brunette with big tits. But the wish covered that, making people not care what I did with my futa-cock.Which was why I stroked my girl-dick without a care, watching traffic going by, my radar gun held in my left hand, tagging motorist, looking for my next speeder to pull over, another woman that needed to learn her place.My pussy itched as I squirmed and stroked my dick. It was hot having both. I shifted my hips, wanting to touch my cunt but not wanting to let go of my futa-cock. I rubbed my thumb over the spongy. Met Aditi after 5 years again:Time passed. After the initial phase of depression & crying. However, I had still not dated anyone in 3 years. Shikha had broken my heart. I thought I could never fall in love again.Richa, one of my friend who was good friends with both Shikha and me always kept trying to push me to find someone again.We always used to have this conversation and I used to tell her not to. This one fine weekend, she started the conversation again and wanted to meet her friend Aditi. Walking back to Nikki and Alis table I saw they had had a cake delivered. It was the same cake I had just tested! Those results just became even more interesting. It was a wide double-decker cake slathered with chocolate frosting and topped with ornate decorations and a large number 19. Nikki, whats with the 19? This isnt&hellip, My birthday, yep. Sweet number 19. Nikki said through a mouthful a cake. She was attacking the desert head on, no plate just fork and mouth. Ali had cut off a portion.