At first the gesture seemed to be completely lost on her, but after a long pause she dropped her right hand into mine (leaving her left hand incongruo...sly parked under her chin) and gave me by far the feeblest handshake I have ever encountered. Her hand was so small, even childlike, that my engulfing hand seemed enormous, and when I let go, her arm fell limp by her side. The poor child was quite clearly beside herself. ‘I’m James Walker,’ I informed her. There was another long pause. I could. She decided to wear thin hanging ear jewelry. “If the guy doesn’t say yes, he’s got to be blind or crazy,” I joked.“Somu, I wish these matrimony guys were half as romantic as you, I would’ve married and had 2 kids,” she joked, turning around. She looked like a window mannequin of a designer store. I took a deep breath and remembered that she is the forbidden fruit.“Cute er Super,” I said, correcting myself.She put her long arms on my shoulders and said something sweet in French. I couldn’t. Despite the mechanical assembly job apparently going on in secrecy, Nadia whipped up another of her gourmet dinners for us. To her delight, Dan, our publicist, came by and joined us for dinner. I suspected he also hoped to get in someone's knickers, but I held my tongue lest I rob him of any subtlety and romance after dinner. Next to Nadia, Dan was the youngest member of our clique.Nadia had learned to prepare our meals according to nouvelle cuisine philosophy – measured portions of healthy. Luckily, that was all I had to do to incite my animal lover to focus on my pussy. FUCK! I moaned loudly as I felt his tongue slither back and forth across my engorged labia. My arousal level skyrocketed and I imagined that large tongue of his sliding between my lover lips. Fortunately, such a dream soon became a reality. FUCK! I moaned again, my cry echoing throughout the now deserted zoo. My arousal level was so high that I soon felt a powerful orgasm grow within me. My cum-hungry lover barely.