‘I was just about to come looking for you,’ you say as you get up to meet me. ‘Couldn’t find the ice bucket.’ A cheeky smile is taking over ...our face. Once more I find myself exploring your beauty with my eyes. These images cause a shot of adrenalin to pump through my veins. It makes my mind race. I come at you like a train. I have no intention of stopping. About a metre from you I put the ice bucket down, the champagne makes it top heavy causing it to fall. The ice spills out cushioning the. Her dress was hiked up almost to her neck, and she was being held in a horizontal position by two reluctant looking Indians who must have been her servants, while her elegant lover buried himself between her legs, sucking madly at her vagina as she threw her knees over his shoulders and began to kick him wildly in the back. ‘Ja!’ she screamed as she kicked him, her voice cutting like a knife through the general commotion. ‘Ja! Ja! Ja!’ By now even the stoic, silent Indians were beginning to. Slowly we came in contact via Google Talk & yahoo Messenger. I still remember the first time I had talked over Gtalk. Her voice was so sweet. I was a shy boy and I was afraid to talk with Girls I was good at chatting but was very shy to call and talk. Hence that time also, I couldn’t talk much with her, and told her let’s talk on Gtalk or Yahoo. But those 1-2 minutes of talk creates some impression in my memory. Slowly we talked over Yahoo regularly. She was job less, so she used to get lots of. Her legs were tan, and toe nails painted.I could not help but to get extremly hard because of this. I could feel my dick throbing out precum, and had dirty thoughts of performing taboo acts of lust to this foxy cougar. She said to be there at about 6 in the morning, stood up out of her chair, bent down over me, with her DD jugs in my face, hugged me, and said "come hungary".At 6 sharp I rang her door bell, and she answered in her summer night gown, basicly see through, and white granny panties..