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“What?” “You can open a bottle of wine, put on some fancy clothes and we can give you a practice date. Then, we’ll get completely hammered.” “A practice date?” “Yeah, for a month from now, when you’re rolling in bitches.” I laughed. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re insane?” “Every day in the mirror,” she said, with a wink and a nod. “Now, go put on your best suit and open your best bottle of wine. I expect to be swept off my feet.” She was gone less than thirty seconds later, leaving me alone and confused. If there is one thing I’ll say about Natalie, it’s that she moves fast, no matter what she’s doing. It is, by far, the most annoying and endearing thing about her. Before I started setting up for my practice date, I stopped to check in on Eleanor, wanting to make sure she was ok, before I did anything else. She looked completely at peace, as she slept like… well, she slept like a baby. However, something about me dating made me uncomfortable, as I looked down at her. For the last year, I’d had the excuse that school or work kept me too busy for other people, but now that I was about to have the time again, it suddenly frightened me. I spent the next half hour preparing for Natalie’s arrival, with a lump the size of a baseball in my throat, and it only got larger when I heard a soft knocking on my door. “I had to sneak past my brother,” she told me, as soon Big Tits as I could see her, but I was too distracted to respond. “You look…” “Not bad, right?” she said, twirling her new dress. “I haven’t had a chance to wear this yet.” “So you wore it for my practice date?” “Life is short. Better to take the opportunity, than let it amateur gather dust.” The room seemed to grow brighter as she walked inside, her infectious smile quickly spreading over to me. “You did better than I expected,” Natalie told me, indian as she looked down at my kitchen table, and the leftovers served on fancy platters. “I didn’t have time to actually cook.” “Well, meatloaf and mac’n’cheese can be romantic, if we try hard enough.” “Romantic? I thought this was just a practice date?” Now it was her turn to get red and flustered. “Sure it is. Of course.” The two of us sat down at opposite ends of the table, scooping out lumps of cold pasta and lukewarm meatloaf onto our plates. “Wow, your man is magnificent, when can I have him?” Janet moans as she teases her long hard nipples. “Hey, you have to get up,” he indian said in a low amateur whisper. Go find Michael. But watching Big Tits her stand there naked in front of another man made her look incredibly sexy. She watched like a helpless deer in headlights as Gary picked up a semi-conscious Bianca, lifting her effortlessly in his arms. A dirty ass fucking slut but if it is that which makes you happy - who am I to object. I had only aimed for a second when I pulled the trigger and the fruit disappeared in a puff of red smoke. I’m sorry, but I can’t control her feelings. You want to watch me breed your wife. I couldn’t believe how much my Mother has embraced her role as my slave. “Why don’t you hit the showers.