Uske face pe kafi satisfaction tha or ab wo mje dekh kr hasne lagi or bola“What is your name ?”. I replied daivik with a gud smile. Ab tak hm gurg...on pahuch hi chuke the to jaldi jaldi hmne apna mobile number share kiya or wo thoda aage chalke iffco chowk utar gyi. M usse khidki se jate hue dekh rha tha uski perfect matak ti gand or khule baal mera or mere lund ka bura haal kar gye. Mne bas apne lund ko uper se masla or bola shant ho ja bhai milegi ye bhi ;) .Mera mann tha ki usse turant call. His landlady Isabel Mayer.“Oh ... sorry, Sam.” Isabel said as she stepped back from his front door.Two college age men stood behind the high society blonde.It wasn’t hard for Sam to figure out what was going on. Isabel was giving this pair of potential new tenants a walk through the apartment next to him. He hoped they would prove easier to get along with then the crazy old woman that used to live there.Isabel flashed Sam one of her award winning smiles. “Good to see you, Sam.”“Hi,” Sam. I tighten the clamps as much as I can stand, and this makes the throbbing in my genitals so much more pronounced. My hands finally go down to that area, and I spread my fleshy outer labia apart and gasp at the rush of cool air as it drifts across the hottest parts of me. I pull up on the hood, that protects my clit, and touch it directly. It's too much right now, so I massage it with the hood covering it. I dip my fingers into my wet pussy, to gather some of the moisture there and spread. ‘He suffers from Achromia, fairly common among PC7s. It’s a side effect of the cloning process.’ ‘He’s an albino,’ La Huerta said as she snatched a large chunk of crab meat from Agent Isaac’s plate. ‘What’s with the eye fetish?’ ‘Not sure,’ Isaac responded as he flipped through a few more pages. ‘It says here he removed the eyes from cats during training and tried to keep them as souvenirs, maybe it was the novelty.’ Isaac held up a picture of The Pale Man. his middle finger tapping, pointing.