Medium sized boobs aur regular size gaand hain unke paas. Jab se unko mehne bra mein dekha unko fuck karne ka bohut dil karra tha. Mein unki panties c...ori kar ke usko apne land par rakhtha tha aur muth Martha tha. Kabhi kabhi unki panties mein unki pudhi ki juice lagi hothi thi. Mein kabhi kabhi unko suba chat baje Kaam par chodne jaatha tha. Aur woh Phir mera gaal par pappi deh kar thank you baby bolti thi. Mera Lund khara Hojatha tha.Eik din unki apne husband ke saath argument hui kyun ke woh. I don’t mind it so much, a little flirt, a sly smile, my hand stroking that pen, door knob or key fob for just a teasingly split-second too long. Maybe I just like the power my good looks have over men? I don’t mind it so much, apart from these wicked stilettos making my feet feel like they’re in an ever-tightening vice all day! The sound of them clacking as I walk on the sand-brown marble floor draws attention to my legs though, my lovely lovely legs. I work hard for these girls, look at them. You said "you could have put it in my mailbox". It struck me, didn't think of that. "It would have been a pity" and smiled. You smiled back, thanked me and closed the door.The next day I rang again, I handed in an envelope, addressed again to Mme Briancourt. You said "But I haven't lost this one", "I insist", I answered and returned to my apartment. The envelope contained what you are reading now.One hour later you rang on my door. I opened, I haven't said a word, neither did you. You had a. And then maybe even marry. And that's exactly what I would have done.I don't know what you are doing right now and how you are doing. But other things I was able to find out. Where you moved to, I know from the internet. The way you're looking now as well. I miss you, everything else would be a lie. None of the things that you and I did wrong, could ever change that. Nothing that went wrong and nothing that I've seen, makes me miss you less. Nothing. I miss you. Maybe more than ever.I dream of.