After a couple of drinks, I just could not take my eyes off her and I began hating aryan(my flatmate) for being in relation such a beautiful with a pi...ce of art. I know her questions were banal and formal but I let myself believe that she was flirting with me. She told me that she knew many single girls in her office and we could always have a party to get to know them on the pretext of which we exchanged numbers.It was around 1 am when we said goodbyes and me and aryan headed back to our flat. ”“I'm a bimbo,” squealed Natasha, bouncing happily. “Look at my titties.”“I'm looking,” groaned Pete, staring at those tits. “Damn those are nice tatas.”“Now it has a few side-effects,” Alice said. “You'll notice a personality change and an increased libido in your wife.”“A what?”“She'll be an airhead and horny,” I told him. “So long as she takes the treatments. Which we will provide for free. She has to take it every morning. We'll drop off the chemical at your house this afternoon. So long as. He was proud of his Mum, but street cred issues meant not always hanging onto her with his mates around. Some his mates and several others at the club thought they would like to hang around with her however. As former cabin crew, she had poise, looks, and was definitely in the Milf category. Her daughter was playing nurse to Dad. She was off to a little place she had gone the previous Sunday with her husband, where they had sunbathed naked. Only today he was in bed with a summer cold. She was. I hope she doesn’t get too cocky, though. That’s the best way I know to get captured.”“I think she’ll do fine,” replied Fiona. “How did you teach her to be so confident in herself?”“She was always good at everything,” said Harmony. “She had every reason to be confident. But for some reason, she never was. I think it was the Games that gave her the confidence that she has.”“Whatever it was, I want to grow up to be just like her.”Harmony laughed. Fiona was in her mid-thirties and yet she.