I guess I have some sort of hero complex. I dream that knights in shining armor can be real, and I think I must become one when a woman is upset. It...s been that way for as long as I can remember. Sometimes, I wind up looking foolish, I guess. Sometimes I feel like Don Quixote, tilting at windmills, in my case, thinking that I can dry a woman's tears. It's worth it, though, because sometimes, in some small way, I succeed. When I can watch a woman's face change from tears to smiles, I feel. “Is the young bitch ready?” Elliott asked his wife.“Yes, but please be easy with her, she has never been with a man before. This one is special,” Barbra said, begging her husband.“Get out and leave us alone, you had your fun with the little bitch. Now it is my turn,” Elliott said, giving his wife a demanding lookBarbra turned and headed out the door. The young teen thought her only hope was to run after her teacher and beg her not to let her husband rape her. She jumped out of bed and ran for. But as soon as I found one I was interested in, I would come to my senses and close the page without ordering. But today, something was different today. I had reached the point of no return, apparently. Maybe it was that it had been so long since I had this amount of free time to spend looking at porn. Maybe I had thought about this fantasy for too long and my subconscious got tired of wondering. But for some reason today, as I found a strap-on set I was interested in, I didn’t close the. When she saw me, she was equally shocked to see me then and to see me like that clad in a towel exposing the bulge of my boobs and cleavage above and shapely thighs below like some south Indian A movie heroine. Her eyes grazed on me from top to bottom in lightning speed and then fixed her eyes on the juice on her tray and told me, “Madam asked me to get you some juice;” saying that she kept the tray on the table near the cot and left the room. I noticed she has a huge butt as well. I was.