Not in appearance or thought ... and I don't know how to feel about it."Sarah turns from the mirror and faces me."But there is one question I must ask....." She took a deep breath. "Am I perfect for you Jonathan? Do I look like your perfect woman?"The face peering back at me couldn't be real. It was the kind of face you see on the front of magazines. A face that was airbrushed ten times and then photo shopped twenty more times.Her skin was the color of marble and it was flawless. It was nothing. The time is 1:23, Wednesday, May, 1955. Mr. Giacomo is in possession of certified copies of our acceptance to the College of Engineering Mathematics. Mr. Giacomo, would you repeat your question?" What the fuck is this ... turn that damn thing off, girly." He immediately shredded our acceptance letters."Mr. Giacomo is tearing up the copies of our acceptance letters. Since they are only copies and printed on fingerprint paper, David is retrieving the shreds. Mr. Giacomo is furious, exhibiting. The weather was warm, no air conditioning and the electric fans were blowing towards the ceiling, we were perspiring so profusely. She asked me if I was ready to fire my load. At this point my cook is deep into her and I got the move so there were no concern I could ejaculate outside her. She had her hands removed from my butt and she put it around the back of my neck again as I pumped her harder and faster until my entire body trembled like an engine. I released all my load inside her. She was. I don’t have my real id on Facebook due to some reason. I am using an account with a different name. It’s a really naughty hot romantic profile I have there. One day I received a friend request and a message from the princess of this story.It was a normal day. I was just surfing and going through the notifications when I received and accepted it. I went through her profile just to have a check but didn’t see any of her pics. I replied to her message and soon we started chatting. The first few.