The whole time, she held eye contact. Her flirting was making me self-conscious, but it was not unwelcome. I was prepared for her to be a monster, but...now all I wanted was for her to want me.The awkward silence was broken by another shout, "Helen!" It came from our left, and I turned to see Kurt. He saw an opportunity to suck up to Helen and to be next to Clara at the same time. I could feel Helen shudder as she released my arm."Oh, Kurt, how good of you to come to our party," she said icily.. He stood in the cone of light, as per usual, in front of the golden throne that the mass of tentacles sat upon. Concealed in that mass of tentacles was a goddess of sex. Or rather, not a true goddess, as she claimed to be the harbinger to her master of lust. “What’s going on?” He asked the swirling mass of tentacles and cringing as even the pain could be felt here. “Relax Jacob,” she said. “It hurts,” he replied doubling over. “A little pain is a small price to pay for us,” she spoke. Normally. Mary, schwarz mit ebensolchen schulterlangen Haaren und schwarzen Augen, mit 85C Busen, schmaler Taille, einem knackigen runden Arsch und strammen nicht zu dicken Schenkeln, sie hat eine weiße Lebensgefährtin, liebt Zärtlichkeiten und ist bei 1,79 um die 71 kg.Maggi hat grüne Augen, rote schulterlange, gewellte Haare und Sommersprossen, einen 75A Busen, eine Wespentaille, einen kleinen Fickpo und lange schlanke Beine, sie ist verheiratet, liebt aber dennoch auch Frauen, ist bi und mag es andere. I can’t wait till we’re together forever, baby. I love you, tenderness mine. I love you.” She hit send, went back to bed and in two minutes was asleep. The next morning she awoke to a drowsy feeling of the world being with her, in tune with her, that all the luck in the world was hers. She got up, slipped on a longer tee shirt and headed to the kitchen to make her morning coffee in the French press. She smiled as she was making coffee, thinking of last night’s phone.