„Hi!“We started a conversation. Ipek spoke some kind of broken English but most of the time I understood what she wanted to say.Well, she wanted a... long distance friendship with me and was interested to get to know me better. I made a few compliments and she started melting already. Ipek wrote me she would be 40 years old and still single. She would have never been married. With almost every sentence she excused herself for her bad English. It wasn‘t that bad but talking that way she gave me a. “As for you, Monsieur Macron, your new post will be as French Ambassador to the Empire of Draconia. Not a bad retirement, if you ask me. A glorified kind of exile, and considering how many Frenchmen were very upset with you lately, consider that a lucky break. Louis XVI has his sans-culottes to contend with, but you have your gilets jaunes, or as we call them in English, ‘Yellow Vests,’ don’t you, monsieur? Also, inform the Emperor that I’m taking French Guiana off his hands, but since he gets. .. the next question is obviously do you wanna get high? Please say yes, because I'm going to regardless and if you don't that'll be so weird and this is totally weird enough with the living with a stranger and everything, so don't make it weird and just say yes." Uh, yeah, but..." Naiya said cautiously in part because she was still getting used to Megan's convoluted and verbose speaking style, but also, as Megan quickly picked up on, because she was still a tad unsure about their. Closing her eyes she was once again knuckle deep into her now gaping pussy and was so occupied she hardly felt to light touch to her now very erect nipple, suddenly aware it was being tweaked she opened her eyes with amazement to see the elder gentleman standing with a big smile and even bigger cock in his hand. “Hi Hayley, so you started before me” he said and leaned forward to give her a gentle kiss. “Don’t stop, we can introduce later” and he reached down and started to control the movements.