I turned, trying my hardest not to stare at her full and round tits. “Just working on the novel I’m writing for English class.” I answered. “O... that? I already finished that a looong time ago.” “Of course you did, dumbass!” I said jokingly. “Ahaha, at least I get my work done.” Said Juliette, hitting my shoulder jokingly as well. “Whatever!” I retorted. “Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for helping me with last night’s homework, you really saved my ass!” she said. “Oh really? And who doesn’t. But, to be honest, in what she was wearing (or wasn’t wearing), you’d have to be brain dead not to get an erection.He said she looked brilliant. In his mind, he was convinced that no girl from small town America would get a job modelling. It would be like ... well like Liverpool producing a hit group, or a black man being President. Maybe one day, but not in this decade.“I got it!”“Hmmm, what’s that honey?” she kissed him, hard and long. She could feel his groin reacting.“I got it! The shoot! I. We have a list of all the invitations you have received in the last twelve months and we simply invite all of the Ambassadors who sent them." But I haven't been here for twelve months yet," Sharon objected."Not you personally, the U.S. Ambassador receives invitations, even when there is nobody in post," the Head of Protocol replied, "I suggest that you simply follow precedent and allow your staff to deal with minor details such as the contents of the invitation list." It is officially the. I had to play this part very well if I was going to see more that just one sister's pussy."I already told you," I said. "I built it yesterday," I said concentrating hard on keeping my tone dismissive and unconcerned."It works pretty well," Tiff said. Her tone had just enough encouragement in it to prompt me to brag about how well I designed and built electronic things."Yeah," I said. I wasn't going to rise to the bait yet. I wanted her to ask flat out for me to make her a radio just like.