Now I am hearing my wife and I need to take dancing lessons. You impressed a lot of people around here.” Then he added, “For an amateur, you did a...damn good job.”“Thank you, I always try to do my very best,” I replied.We first walked through the embassy to show Ambassador Bernardi all the changes we had made to his space to accommodate all the extra personnel now assigned here. I also showed him the improved armory we were leaving behind. The serial numbers had been recorded and the paperwork. So I called the name and she came to me. I liked her. She had a decent face with a nice smile. I shake hands with her and asked her what the next step to get the same number. It was postpaid and I had a bill copy with me.She made all required things done and said in a 1-hour sim card gets activated. I saved her number and messaged her thanks once the sim got activated. Replied me with a warm wishing message. I didn’t continue the message. I didn’t know Bhavya had shared a few of our fucking. They used it wisely.Scott had been with several girls in high school, kissed many, finger-fucked a few and penetrated two (before Casey).By that July, the two were lovers. They fell into a ritual of afternoon delights. Scott was delighted that most of these trysts happened in her bed. He found the girly nature of her room. He invaded the frilly duvet, doll-baby/dollhouse atmosphere because he thought it erotic. Casey enjoyed entertaining in her boudoir as much as he enjoyed violating her. "Summer help, I'm a college student in the winter," she answered."Oh what college?" I asked."Do I have to answer that?" she asked."Of course not," I said. "I love a mystery." Good," she answered.I took a better look at Reggie. Her hair was red and her skin pale, so it was probably her real color. It had also been enhanced, that hair color didn't come for God. It was to vibrant and there was a more natural color showing on her roots.She could have gotten her outfit from my bag. She wore a tee.