We started chatting and by god she was clever and straightforward and soon I realised that I was in trouble. This was just supposed to be a bit of fun... some clever repartee with a stranger, why am I so drawn to her. In a weird dance of seduction we both acknowledged the chemistry, I started feeling like the moth drawn to the flame. Soon I was in Johannesburg where she lives, ostensible on business, we had an arrangement to meet. Only for coffee or lunch I told myself. Why were we then the stars. "Arnold Dovecheck is ranked second on the richest men in the world list. God ranks only a little higher," Jeremy AKA Shemp informed me. "He also believes people are out to get him." Does he always feel that way, or is there something special at the moment?" I asked. The two younger members of the team appeared interested, but a little lost."Arnold very publicly financed a movie that was less than favorable to the Worldwide Muslim agenda. There is a kill on sight order out for him," Shemp. She spoke trying to find the words to fight, to beg but the fingers spreading her pussy, the pressure of lost sensations of another person other than her own fingers in her pussy was sending her into an erotic bliss of sorts.Inhaling deeply, his mother able to hear the delivery man's deep breaths, knowing he was smelling her rich sweaty aroused scent. Her body flooded more secretions of her own lubrication and rising scents. Matt inhaled the rich sweaty musk mixed with damp softness of her. When it was time for the ceremony to begin Millie stood up to take her position at the back of the hall and almost fell over as the room swirled around her."Hold on to Milton," Millie heard Judith chuckle. Hands grasped Millie's arms as they moved out of the room and positioned themselves to walk down the aisle. Millie could feel the silly grin on her face as her stepsister's handed her the small pillow with the ring tied to it then gave her a gentle shove to start her solo trip down the aisle.