It was the strange, hesitant reply, “I…I… think so,” spoken in a breathless sort of whisper, that caught his attention. His gaze rose from the counter and he Hardcore saw, first a pair of really nice legs, then a short, flouncy white skirt encasing a slightly wide pair of hips. Above that an emerald-green blouse with at least one too many buttons undone, displaying more cleavage than Bird had ever seen at japanese such close BDSM range, and finally, a face that under normal circumstances he would have found quite attractive – sweet and intelligent-looking, framed with stylishly-arranged blonde hair. But her expression threw him off: She was biting her lower lip as if concentrating very hard on something. She was looking at him, but her eyes seemed fetish unfocused and she was gripping the edge of the counter with both hands as if for support. He wondered if she was high or maybe drunk. Nooo, neither of those, he thought, but there was definitely something weird about her. But it wasn’t his problem, much as he enjoyed looking at her. He returned his attention to her purchases, finished ringing them up and gave her the total while she fumbled for her card and swiped it through the reader. He was just bagging everything up when she spoke again. “I… really like this store.” Bird looked up at her. She was talking to him, but…not. She went on. “It has really good v-vibrations.” What? This was definitely getting weird. And now she was blushing! As if she didn’t want to say what she was saying, but had to for some reason. It seemed as though she was waiting for a reply, so Bird stammered out, “That’s, uh… That’s nice. Glad you like it,” as he handed her the receipt. Blushing even more deeply she suddenly leaned forward and said, “ Do you hear some kind of humming sound?” She stared into his eyes as if his answer was extremely important. She was biting her lower lip even harder than before. asian Okay, this was nuts. Bird wanted this woman to go away and then he wanted to go eat his lunch. He started to shake his head and say something like, no, sorry, but thanks for shopping here. But then he heard it: a low buzzing sound, kind of like his electric shaver. He swiveled his head slowly, narrowing his eyes as he tried to pinpoint the source. And found himself staring directly at the front of her skirt. Whoa. His gaze snapped up to meet hers. It was a warm day, the sunlight feeling naughty on my naked tits. Maybe japanese to adjust his cock for BDSM her, or maybe in anticipation of her imminent descent. He was a tall guy, a touch of gray asian in his dark hair. She bent over and picked her friend off the ground and sat her on the changing bench so nobody wandering by would see her working herself off through the door gap. “You know, Steph,” he said in a low voice, “you can put your hand on me for photos, if you want to.” We often necked and made out in the living room. You’ll like her too. I liked Kurt. Cindy took off her shirt and pinched her nipples, just like her friend had done. They exchange pleasantries and fetish then try to find a quiet corner to talk. Jason pulled on the chain and the four women had to follow him. One had a white skirt with a white top. Their eyes met she smiled at him, “she’s ready.” Once I got up I grabbed the robe and closed it then said excuse me. He told me that I need no excuse and that I looked beautiful. “NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!” I followed, staring at her ass that was perfectly framed in these little silky tight shorts. “Oh, so you did something that would piss him off if he knew about it, huh?” She asked, thinking out Hardcore loud. Just had dinner < Out in the yard, where the wind normally swept away as much snow as it left, the powder was up past my waist.