She wore her rich blond hair in a ponytail. Her shiny earrings and light make-up made her one of the best looking women that Megan had ever seen.“Ni...e to meet you,” said Megan.“Likewise, Megan. I look forward to working with you.” replied Julia.“Your accent…Your not from around her are you,” Megan questioned.“No, I’m not. You’re a smart girl. I was born in London, England, and I lived there for the majority of my life,” replied Julia.“That’s pretty neat,” exclaimed Megan. Megan was already. "I closed my eyes for a moment. I'd wondered about my dressing up, if there was anything more to it. Was this the day? I'm shy and suspicious, I certainly don't seek out adventures. If I had found a random posting on a website offering this opportunity, I would have never answered. But here it was, arriving unasked directly to my door. How does anyone say no to an opportunity like this? I opened my eyes, smiled, and told her "Yes. I'd like that." You may as well drop the cover-up, then. Let me. ” She hauled her undershirt over her afro curls and flung it backwards, leaving dual, heaving brown globes encapsulated in a violet lace bra. As the strap-on was fastened to Cricket’s hips, Luna curved her buttocks up and twerked while wagging her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. The large, black phallus smacked against her rear – the centre of each glute, crack and their undercut.“Fuck, it’s so heavy,” she giggled while writhing along its length as it lay in her crack. Cricket swiped the. Boy goes to college, boy meets girl, boy falls in love, girl reciprocates, they graduate, get married and start their new life together. The story wasn't totally typical of course (they never are) because the girl the boy fell in love with had a 'reputation'.Yvonne, called Y-Von or Vonnie by her friends, while not a round heeled slut, still had a penchant for fucking everybody that she dated. Usually not until the fourth or fifth date, but if you got that far you were an odds on favorite to get.