“Hi,” purred Mouse.“Hey! I’m D. I’m come over and fuck the shit outta you,” the mature man opined.“I’d love that,” beamed the trap.�...�Good! Take my number and text me the address. I can be on the way in fifteen minutes.”“Awesome! I’ll get ready.”“See you in a few, bitch!”Duval and Mouse hung up the phone.Mouse ran into the bathroom and started the shower. The effeminate guy washed off quickly since he had douched before getting on the chat line. He dried himself with an oversized, plush orange. "This is David's mission and we, unfortunately have duties to carry out here on Demeter."David and Svetlana stared at Alex who responded with a shrug, "Sorry, but that's the way it's going to be." He turned to David, "Unless you want to forget the whole idea?" No way!" responded the Tribune, "I really need those people."Svetlana turned her full attention on the Governor but before she could say anything Alex laughed. "Don't look at me like that," he said. "I want to go as much as you do but. The sister then sat down next to me, put her hand on my thigh and asked why I was leaving so soon and if she was the reason for me wanting to depart, before I could answer she gently leaned forward placed her plump luscious lips on mine and began to gently caress my lips with hers, whilst her hand slowly tickled my thigh, with this I began to slowly inch my hand up her thigh, past her hips and to her rib age, just before I could place my hand onto one of her glorious breasts she pulled my hand. She blushed again."I'd love to. Maybe sometime after school this week?" OK."Paul remembered Miss Dillard, the Civics teacher. He had hated her the first time around and was probably going to this time. She was as condescending as a person could be. It didn't matter if she were speaking to a student or a parent. Hmm, did he see himself in her? She was nit-picking when she graded papers. Miss Dillard didn't care if Paul understood the underlying principles; he must memorize obscure facts that.