They had such a perfect marriage and I wanted that, too. Every Valentine’s Day I spent alone reinforced my belief that maybe I wouldn’t have the c...ance to be happy, after all.Even when I was with George, the fabulous literary agent, he had to fly to California to work with an author on our Valentine’s Day.Typical. It was probably to see Phyllis.So here I was, a few days after a traumatically unhappy New Year’s, wiping ice off my back and wishing away the next few months. Stores and restaurants. She readily was given and I asked for her boobs pics.She sent one pic having clear black big boobs. They were awesome. I just admired her and told her how her husband stays away leaving this great boobs to fuck.S: then come a . I want to get fucked so hard.M: which position you love?S: doggyM: have you ever tried it?S: no but I want to try it. I want to do all sex positons possible.M: don’t worry I will tear your small hole and will give you best pleasure that you will rememberS: come I will. "I'll wash your back, if you'll wash mine." he said, lathering up his hands."Sure, big boy!" I answered, taking the soap from his hands.He started scrubbing my back, then reached around and began stroking my nipples. I could feel his cock hardening against my butt as he did this. (Did I forget to mention that Phil is incredibly horny, as well as being a gentleman?) I wiggled my ass, stroking his cock, and it got even harder. I reached back and put the tip up against my hole, wiggled again and. I thought that she was an innocent girl but I never thought that she would do such a thing. I came back to my house and was eager to see what was going happen. Around 10 pm a guy came to her house and rang the door bell. She opened the door with lot of fear in her face.When he entered inside she closed the door. I desperately wanted to see what was going to happen. So I took a ladder towards the backside of her house and placed it near the window of her bedroom. When I looked through the window.