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Look it up. Clara #2 becomes Clara #4, a Clara on the hunt. A Clara that gets emboldened by comfort. Now that she’s seen The Mystery Man on the street so much, she’s more okay with openly looking at him in the shop as he enjoys his sandwich and looks out the window. She doesn’t know he’s not looking out teen the window at all, but rather blonde at her reflection to make sure she’s looking at him. The man is sporting a modest beard, just the sort of thing she likes, and is reading Kurt Vonnegut, just the author she enjoys. It seems too perfect, but she’s too shy to talk to him first. After all, when he breaks his gaze from the window and looks around the room, she returns to her sandwich. So Clara thinks she’ll be clever. Clara #4 hatches a plan, a plan to bring a book by the same author and adopt a more relaxed pose as she enjoys her sandwich. The man will be caught completely off guard and want to talk to her. After all, he wasn’t expecting her to like Vonnegut too. Dramatic irony. The lust in her voice, the piercing effect of her eyes, it doubles when she becomes Clara #4. It only comes in small intervals - the breath she takes as she eats, the way her eyes dart from word to word, but it’s there. Enhance. Enhance. Clara #4 is showing herself off. She wants to be noticed. Just like he rehearsed, the man notices the book and does a double-take. He then looks at Clara for just long enough for her to notice, but not long enough to be creepy, not like he’s stalking her or something. Human beings want to be noticed by those they notice, to Brunette be desired by those they desire. But never to they want it to not be mutual. If this man were to make it seem like he wanted her more than she wanted him, he’d be done for. That’s why he only calmly walks over to her, like he rehearsed. That’s why he only makes a busty slight joke about her good taste. After all, Clara likes it when men appreciate her wit, and the man knows this. A joke became a back-and-forth, a back-and-forth became a conversation, and a conversation became a ‘may I sit with you?’ Clara is still Clara #4, but only until lunch time nears its end and Clara #4 becomes Clara #1. The man weighs his options and plays it safe, saying he liked chatting with her instead of outright amateur asking when she’ll be there again. The wet gush exploded teen from my plump little twat, splattering across the bed and rushing down between my wide-spread thighs to rain down on Kara’s thrusting loins in a busty warm, sticky mess. I nodded and walked back to my car. “I bet its big…. A few minutes later I heard Brunette a sound amateur close by. I try to hold my moans as I bite my lips, my left hand is on the sink as the other is fucking my pussy. I’m not pushing you away. I just moved here from Unova,” I pumped away at her, slamming deep into her juicy cunt. Oh, she was delicious! This blonde left even Proseron reluctant to trust Arisia as she thought about the situation in her domain. She said Daddy I would love something, but I can’t move yet. "I see and what else do you think a pony does?" “Honey, do you feel better? I received a call from Dottie almost a year after we broke up AGAIN. “You girls feel nice and warm but we’d better hop up as we need to go shopping today. Her hands took hold of mine, guiding them to her skirt top, I found the button and then the zipper, and eased it down over her ass.