Cynthia is smarter, and I almost asked you out until I heard you play. That made me nervous." Well, if I was too talented and Cynthia was too smart, I...wonder what kind of bimbos you were dating before us."He blushed and said, "I'm through with this contest that I can't possibly win. I did date a dancer for a while. She was almost a bimbo, but it wasn't her brains that attracted me."She said, "So, it wasn't her brain, but her bra size?"He laughed. "My very first experience with remanufactured. The way I feel now, it won't take too long." But you can't leave me alone with Carlos," Ann wailed. "He might try to do something horrible to me." What's horrible?" contempt in her voice. "Who are you afraid of Ann-- Carlos or yourself?" That's not funny," Ann defended, straightening to reassert her composure. "I can take care of myself." All right then show me," Julia chided. "You're a big girl now. Momma can't watch over you all the time."Julia started toward the door, leaving Ann still. While Stacy watched Linda slowly peeled off her clothes. She wasn’t a bad looking girl under her clothes. A little flat chested at about only a 34A or so but she had a nice round butt with wide hips. Carl lay on his back one hand behind his head and the other stroking his shaft sheaved beneath a lubricated condom. He never thought about the fact that he’d be aroused again so soon but the thought of Stacy fucking this woman in the ass while he filled her pussy sent the blood rushing back into. We even danced for awhile and spoke some more. Coming here was worth it after all. After the party ended I took her back to my place for a little drink. But the look in her eyes told a different story so I waited for what happened next. ‘Nice place’, she said, enjoying the view from the balcony. ‘Thanks’, I said, ‘what’s your pleasure?’ ‘Wine sounds nice.’ ‘Sorry, no alcohol. All I have is soda and juice.’ ‘You have diet soda?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘That will be fine.’ I felt so embarrassed. All I have is.