Two files popped up on his screen...he clicked one called work...within minutes he found only one piece of information with her marital status, surnam..., where she worked and more importantly her mobile phone number...he opened up his phone and put the number in and saved it... Then he got curious, smiling to himself as he clicked on the other file after reading the title, scanning through the pages for ten minutes, reading a couple of extracts....time up, he put the usb in his pocket, and left. Molly moaned as Green massaged her throbbing cock. A musky banana odor filled the air."If that seed were to cross with any other species, the results would be unpredictable," Green said. "Well, good luck!"Green and Whitney waved goodbye. They watched the girls disappear up the hill and around the bend.Green turned to Whitney. "Do you think it will work?" she asked."Of course," Whitney said with a smile. "The banana pheromones are irresistible, not that the redhead needs much coaxing. In 24. But apparently her parents had decided since she turned eighteen to allow her to wear what she wanted. Having known her for years, it was quite a shock to turn around mid-service the week after her eighteenth birthday only to see a pair of panties peeking from beneath a very short yellow skirt. It was Zainab, and she was wearing make-up too – a first for her. Like her clothing, it must have only been permitted since her birthday. Her thin brows were furrowed in concentration and her luscious. Usne achanak mere jeans k bottom kholo zip kholi or lund bahar nikal lia….Or boli wow maine aaaj tak aisa sexy or clean lund ni dekha.Fir usne mere lund pe thuk layaga or usse hilane lagi..M pagal hue ja raha tha tabhi wo niche hui or mere supade ko chatne lagi.Meri halat buri thi maine uski bra k andar se uske boobs nikal lie nd unhe chuse laga wo bilkul shape m they or uske nipple pink colour k they….Thodi der uhi chalta raha….Fir usne mujhese kaha h andar dalogay?Meri khusi ka thikana ni.