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“Okay, second round handled. I have a couple questions while we wait though.” “Go ahead, James Richard. I’m an open book.” I take a big huff and smile: “Why didn’t you want to hang out with the boy?You didn’t wanna give me your number? Why did I get a MAYBE on seeing you again? Why didn’t you take me to my place since you got that fancy ass car?” She laughs. “I didn’t know how ain’t shit you might’ve been. This resume helped clear things up. I don’t give out my number to people I just met. It’s cliche and you only see it in lame ass books, or movies that have to end a narrative within a certain amount of time. I live in the real world, James. I don’t give out my number easily. You got a maybe because of the same reason I used for your first question: I didn’t know how ain’t shit you might’ve been. I wasn’t going to your place even if Jesus Christ himself told me to, I don’t know you like that. My car Babes is fancy though, don’t you like it?” She asks as the waiter arrives with Hardcore our second round and appetizer. She takes a small sip. “Question, James.” “Why didn’t you want to hang out with the girl?You didn’t wanna give me your number? Why did you expect more than a MAYBE on seeing you again? Why didn’t you take me to your place since you saw that fancy ass car? “I definitely wanted to see you again. I just don’t like to be to abrasive in my approach with people, because you can do more harm than actual good. I wouldn’t give my number on a 50:0 chance! I didn’t expect any kind of answer, but I know that a nigga knows he’s cute. That makes me a damn catch, if I say so myself. You were to busy swerving off with your self-driving shit for me to even attempt to ask!” She laughs as she finishes her drink. I chuckle and begin to guzzle mine. “Then ask me now.” I have to choke on that drink, because what? “What?” “Ask me now. This is your chance to take me to your place.” “Shiit… You don’t have tell me tw-thrice! Would you like to come over? I need an hour to get my place presentable, but I’d love to give you a fun day off.” She smiles, and hands me back my resume (Second copy). “I’ll give you indian two hours. “I’m over here, right where you tossed me, sweetie. His face buried in her breasts. Majaid was a quiet spoken man and he had muscle arms, you could see he worked out, plus his t-shirt was fitted and it clung to his body. I used to be shy, scared of approaching Hardcore others, but making love with my parents, my sister, Tonya, and now Mrs. Alberts had changed me. Made me eager for more delights. His hands moved under her arms and he cupped her breasts. Aunt Lucilla, Freydis and Mom exchanged glances as the nymph walked past them, and Babes down to the valley. Why the hell would he tell her the truth, even if he had every STD in the dictionary? My dick hard. I was no athlete, but in okay shape for a small guy. She had a bounteous breast works, and looked very sturdy. He held my hand moistly in his, giving it a suggestive squeeze. “Agreed,” she managed. As usual for Dakota, she pulled up the locations of all our restaurants on her cell phone and pointed out two of the closest ones indian from the office building. I wanna watch as I shoot my load into your fuckin’ mouth! I put my one had on her creamy waist and the other on her shoulder, lustfully looking at her face.