I’ve come to believe she tries to invoke that response, not just in me, but in every man she hugs. She was one of the first people I met when I move... here about a decade ago. The first time I saw her in the local woo-woo shop I had the strongest urge to throw her down and fuck her right there. It took a mighty effort to not reach out and cop a feel as she walked past, ignoring me completely. The whole thing was weird, though. She’s not what most would call good looking or attractive. Long,. She opened every door, looked in every cupboard, and touched everything.We flopped down on one of the opposing sofas in the rear-facing, great room, where a roaring, gas fire welcomed us. The air was chilled but not wintery, yet. If I stayed here very long, that fire was going to be my very best friend.Constance pressed her hands down into the impossibly soft leather of the sofa and asked, "Can I PLEASE live here with you? This is a million times more comfortable than my place, and I thought I. I knew I had a chance as I looked up.I slightly adjusted my overcoat lapel and collar to reveal cleavage a little more. As he looked down I could see his eyes widen as he looked away for a second only to look back. I had caught my fish with the bait.I slowly moved my wet hair to one side as I looked up pushing my chest out and one hand on my hip and I looked up and asked, “Do you think it will keep balance if I climbed with my heels ?”He gulped trying to look into my eyes by being drawn to my D. We returned to out seats and both of us were giggling and laughing like a couple of k**s and we started having a fun conversation. Brandi sat with me for a while until the smoke had really taken hold, then she asked me if I wanted a private dance. Sure why not, Brandi stood and I was really feeling the weed and coke now and I was pretty fucking horny. Brandi lead me to the private VIP lounge area and she told the DJ and the Security that I was cool and that she would be awhile. She lead me up a.