She theorized that the high levels of pheromones in my semen was the main culprit causing the addiction but that the pheromones hitting the olfactory ...lands was not strong enough, but the supplementary gray liquid being produced seemed to make the pheromones much stronger to ones sense of taste, which is why she wanted to send the next sample to an outside lab.When I asked her if she figured out anything else, she paused for a long moment and then released the real kicker. She wasn't sure but. Je dois à tout prix valider ce stage, il est essentiel pour obtenir mon BTS en prestations sanitaires et sociales. Si je veux travailler à la Croix Rouge ensuite, je ne dois pas décevoir ma maîtresse de stage.Il faut dire que mes résultats ne sont vraiment pas bons ces derniers temps, faute à divers problèmes personnels et notamment la rupture avec mon ancien petit ami. Il m'a trompée avec une autre, mon ex-meilleure amie en plus, quelle dinde j'avais été ! Et son excuse a été que je suis trop. So I didn't think about it that much, or seriously, until YSL came along.He was someone David told me that he had met online. His name reminded me of the brand "YSL" so we just started calling him that. :) YSL, he described, was someone good looking with dark hair, tall, and had a really toned sexy body and amazing cock! But what delighted me more was that according to David, he was as gregarious in sex as we both were. While we lived apart, David would constantly update me of their meetings. “Shut up bitch, I have a condom,” He growled. I looked over my shoulder and cupped my bare breasts from the chill of the night. I let out several faint cries; as he went about slowly fucking me, to moderately fucking me.My cries became gasps as my heightened excitement exceeded my early expectations. I was in torrents and the feeling made me stagger and stumble to my knees. “Ooh god, ooh, ooh,” I moaned. He picked me up, and forced back into the wall. He teased my pussy, with his cock.