I used to tell her that they might jerk off thinking of you. She replied with a smile. Then we started to send pics. She was so hot in some. She had a...white saree. A part of her red bra was exposed. Her boobs bulged out.I used to jerk off that photo. I used to imagine ripping off the dress. And seeing her red bra barely holding her boobs. Sucking her white thighs as she moans give me ..Mmm……Fuck me.Then one day I send her the photos of me swimming. I have an average body. But a hell of a 7and. We made fast friends, and at the time we shared many similar concepts. We quickly fell in love- with who we were then. Of course, then was at age 12. For some crazy reason, we maintained the relationship through High School, had sex in our senior year without protection, and, uh, well my son was the result.The result of my son is that both my parents arranged what would have been, were we poor, a shot gun wedding. But we weren't poor, so it was more of a "listen, dickwads, if you two want to. As I got close to her house I heard the sound of softly splashing water and realised that she had turned the fountain back on. This fountain, which had been silent since Old Man Ramsey had become too infirm to visit his island retreat, was in the form of a statue which seemed to depict a naked woman holding a vomiting fish. As I approached the front door I noticed that the curtains on the front windows were not drawn, so I decided to have a peek. All right, I know, I was being a peeping Tom,. My eyes very glassy and starting feel a warmth over me from all the alcohol soaking in. The barman comes over nad replaces my cocktail with another of the same, I take a sip and notice this one tastes as little stronger this time, I look up and you are smiling, I gesture for you to join me again and to my delight you get up and come over with your drink. Hello again I say, you notice I am much more relaxed this time and can see my eyes are glazed over, "enjoying your drink?" you ask, "yes, it.