The drinks flowed along with the laughter when I noticed a tall gentleman looking at me. His eyes pierced my soul and made my pussy start to churn. I ...ealised then I wanted him to be the guy. I grabbed Brad.“Babe, babe, what about him?” I said dragging Brad to the side of the dance floor. He looked and turned away.“No, I don’t like the look of him” he said, dismissing my pulsing pussy as he went.The following week I was at work in the lunchroom and venting my frustrations to some of the girls. We’re going over the interviews now so that Mrs. Dexter can get at them. No problems, I assure you.’ Mrs. Dexter? thought Ann. Shades of guilt before the eye-hungry husband? Something’s astir and I don’t think it’s my imagination. ‘Everything is under control, Carl,’ finished Ann, hoping that would send her husband back to the catacombs where he belonged. Over her shoulder, she could almost feel George’s eyeballs snapping back, then he lowered his head as if studying the file folder’s. When they came into Claiborne those preferences were activated: longer hair, curly, straight, or styled, different color, bigger boobs, smaller waist, and so on. And the constants were logged as well: fingernail color and makeup being the two I identified right away, not that I'd ever really tried makeup. And suddenly I had the file.It was located as part of what I called the Startup Routine. I made the time to show it to Irene, and she walked me through the whole process. Each time a person. " I do have friends" she said, defensively, "and we do buy clothes together."That was a good enough explanation for me, and I slid them aside, taking in the sight of her beautiful pussy. Another thing caught my eye that in my vigorous lustful haze I had missed the night before, my cousin was completely shaved. I wanted to ask why she did that, but I just assumed it was also because of her friends and ignored it. Instead, I slid my index finger into her pussy slowly, and she arched her back and.