Stockings or tights, I wondered.So I went over and introduced myself.Hello... I was just wondering about your perfume. Am I right in tninking it's Cha...el No 5?She looked at me, slightly bored, like she'd heard this a thousand times before."could be....". she said. "And you are?"Jack, said I. If you ARE Chanel, we've been chatting online for a while. If you're not, then you still smell amazing.That's the worst chat-up line I've heard in a very, very long time, she said. But go back to the bar,. No doubt, he was.She could have fucked herself all night. Warm blissful heat swept through her guts and made her whole body tingle. Her shit-hole throbbed from the intense friction, but it was a pleasant throbbing. She licked her lips and pumped her asshole as the warmth became overwhelming.Yes, she could have fucked her ass all night. But she had other things she wanted to do as well.Naughty things.Wicked things.Things only her son and she would ever know about.So Janice plucked out her finger. I got teased about my namein Basic Training, got called G.I. Joe, the whole thing, but eventually Ishowed them I belonged, and that I was as good as any of them, or better.In fact it was because I was so good that I got volunteered for thismission in the first place.I dont claim to understand the science behind it, but some eggheads founda way to send matter to another dimension, another universe.Frankly, their attempts to explain it made my head hurt, so I stayed awayfrom them as much as I. “She is quickly mastering the various ways to please a woman,” she continued to outline, “but if her training is to be well rounded, I need the services of a talented man.” Alex sat for a minute studying me. I felt my spine straighten, lifting my breasts as my hips tilted slightly. “I’m flattered that you’ve considered me,” he finally answered. “But Cesare would suit your purposes just as well, if not better,” he countered. “You are my mentor,” Maitena said, “and although Cesare is a skilled.