Her laugh was so full of life and light, he quickly turned to see who could be making this beautiful, musical laughter and their eyes met. Fireworks, ...ireworks as their eyes met, or so Pierre liked to recall. He’d never seen eyes quite so green, almost a blue spruce green, with tiny flecks of amber. It was then he’d fallen under her spell. He made his way towards her, though he was not sure what he could say to this beautiful woman that would be worthy of listening to. Once in reach, she’d. The clash did not seem to affect them at all, but they retrieved their auras and calmed down anyway.The backers and spectators, who have seen their representatives still impressively stalwart after clashing with the fourteen, could not help but smile with satisfaction.Those, on the other hand, who their representatives barely managed to stand their ground, frowned for a split second and then cursed inwardly, especially the backers...Why the hell did their representatives have to answer the. She started to palm and fondle my breast, and it caused a surge of electricity to zip through my overly compressed penis. I moaned. "Damn, they're like really real." She looked at me. "Sorry about the pinch, I know that had to hurt." Her voice had sympathy. I wondered who had pinched her. Soon they were asking me all kinds of questions I could not answer. I managed to make it inside my house before I collapsed in tears. Shelly found me curled up on the living room floor, still crying. . .marta and the k**s came back and joined us,marta and phil got along well he made her laugh so she felt very relaxed around him,i noticed he kept starring at her breast cause when she bent over you could almost see her nipple this made my cock stir,that night i had invited phil to join us at the bar,we were having a great time and marta was very tipsy but not drunk she was flirting with phil in front of me.i told marta that phil was studying to be a massage ther****t and he was looking for.