What's going on here?Then it dawned on her. Arlene just called Diana, Mom, not to mention the striking resemblance, or more accurately, that Arlene lo...ks like a younger version of her mother. And Arlene is wearing a wedding ring, too. She's one of the wives, too. Then something else hit her. I doubt if that was a slip. Arlene didn't call Diana, Mom, while Lieutenant Campbell was here. She did it in front of me, only. Nor did they have to wear their rings. What's going on? Why have they suddenly. She squeezed her legs together and tried to will herself to relax, but her rewired central nervous system was sending electrical signals that her primed pussy couldn't ignore, and those signals catalyzed a series of involuntary chemical reactions that soon filled the enclosed office with her intoxicating musky sweetness. Amy's bimbofied body was broadcasting her readiness for sexual intercourse whether she wanted it to or not, and her potent pheromones would soon drive the nearest available. It was my neighbour, she stopped by to thank me and invited me for dinner, as I was staying alone and I had to cook by myself.I hesitated at first and finally accepted her offer for dinner. I went to her flat,it was very well furnished and neatly maintained. We started our dinner and were talking to each other. After our dinner we started watching an english movie in the TV. She asked me if I am in a relationship for which I said no and then she asked if I had any physical relationship with. ”Her flesh felt so wonderful. And her sighs of contentment made me feel... in love. I gradually worked my way down her back itching to slide my hands beneath that tiny barrier to her marvelous ass globes. But when my fingers began to slip under the elastic waistband, she murmured, “Leave that for later, love, and move on down to my legs.”I did. In fact, I spent most of the next hour slowly massaging her thighs... and calves... and each incredibly beautiful toe on her perfectly shaped feet. I.