It was evident that it was a shock to his self-esteem. “If I had met her on amateur the street or at my favorite Watering Hole, I would have asked her out.” “Wow…sounds like she made quite an impression on you, Sean.” "I don't understand it, I even gave her a PEP, but it had a zilch effect on her," he continued his ramble, muttering to himself as he expressed more ways of how she ultimately rejected his overtures. PEP was what the Bureau called a ‘Passion Enhancement Pill.' The latest invention from the Bureau’s advanced science Division. The name said it all. An agent just had to mix in some DNA of their own and some DNA of their target, and then slip it into the tight target’s food or drink. One taste of the mixture was enough to get the elements into their bloodstream, causing them to perky become emotionally attached to that particular agent. The biochemical effects imitated a girlfriend lustful attraction or a strong urge in the target to please the person who administered the cocktail. It was more of a surge of emotions that tentatively knocked the target off their feet and overtook them with heightened feelings of affection. It had something to do with the triggering of that part of the cerebellum that was responsible for emotions. The Bureau wasn’t too sure, and most agents never really understood how it worked, but it DID work. And it left the victim in a haze that fogged over their short-term memory of the agent that slipped it to them. But the mixture wasn't foolproof, and it only worked if there was already some sort of attraction between the party target and the agent. Which was why everyone on the IDR team was uncommonly attractive. Let’s face it, who is drawn to a dull plain-Jane type person? “But what of the unicorns? “Well, it can’t be any worse than my cooking, as you can see Digiorno is tight about the best of my cooking skills. Believed. “Of course.” Trenok said, and yanked Diamond’s tail up, prompting a muffled scream from her lips as her body lurched forward. Go and get changed.” I told her to show me how she plays with her pussy, to which she complied. The men party put their hands on her and groped her. "what are you-" Bridget tried speaking but Charles kept kissing her deeply. He sees her take a deep breath and then wrap her legs around his waist, anchoring her heels behind his thighs and pulling him deep into her waiting wetness. Was? She ground her pussy a bit more onto my leg. Would she swallow? Harriet had nothing. I took my other hand and reached over and lubricated my other hand with her pussy juices and then inserted my index finger up to the first knuckle into her perky ass. He did everything he could to win her attention and only started to succeed after he retired and entered law school. Then, amateur grinning at him, she took the boy's head by the hair and shoved his face between her legs. He was worshipping my body. She scooted backwards on her butt, and grabbed her ankle. girlfriend “And you liked doing that?” My memory of my sister’s wet pussy might have faded, were it not for a second, very memorable dream not long after the first one. I started to slide a my hand down my side to my crotch and was just starting to rub a little but the song was ending, and so was my dance. We stood and talked a bit more till Cathy said “let me see if it is ok with my parents”.