“How are you still hard?” “I’m hard because I want to fuck you again.” “No way mister!” Danielle says. “My pussy needs some recovery t...me.” “That’s why I won’t be fucking your pussy,” you grin. “No, not again…” Danielle says as she realises what you want. She crawls away from you but she doesn’t get far, since there’s a wall right behind her. You grin again as you grab her feet and pull her to you. “Noooooo!” Danielle says. “You’re too big for my ass.” “It worked last time.” “But it hurt!” You. Get to know each other.”“Alright, um, well, I got my degree in marketing. I worked at –““No, no,” he chuckled. “Tell me about your personal life. You married? Got any pets?”“Um, well, yes. I’m married, kids, all that.”“Wonderful. I love to hear that,” He said.“What do you mean?”“A career woman, out there, working, providing, caring for a family. A secret party animal.”“Hah. Well I wouldn’t say I’m a party animal.”“I bet you are, Miss Lisa. You probably go out clubbing with your girls,. In a few seconds, the head and shoulders of a man appeared and I examined it closely. It wasn't a recent picture, but I was 99% certain it was John Johnson."That's him," I said. "Tell me what you know." His real name is Janus Jovanovic. He was born in 1961 in Zagreb, but has lived in both Belgrade and Sarajevo before moving to Dubrovnik. He speaks most of the Yugoslav dialects quite fluently and passed himself off as a businessman. He was educated in England at Liverpool University and speaks. "Come on top of me, Natalie," the young blonde boy whispered, his words sounding mature and inciting beyond his years.Natalie felt the desire blazing in her loins and she needed no further prompting. She knelt with her thighs on either side of his ribs and immediately felt his hands running smoothly up her inner thighs to the throbbing damp lips of her cunt, spreading the swollen downy flanges open to expose its wet pink interior to his lustful gaze. Immediately his fingertips began to work.