Scott hurried to his car, anxious to erase the memory of The Little Candle Girl. But as he headed once more toward the Mill Street Bridge, he couldn�...t get her out of his mind. Everything about the scene, the archaic clothes, the weird location, the makeshift box, seemed impossible and Scott wondered if he had simply dreamed the entire thing up. Also creeping through his consciousness was a present his grandmother had given him as a child. It was his first picture book, and one of the most. I felt 1 spurt across my tongue and I was as hard as a rock. The next 5 or 6 strong spurts lept from his cock he had popped out of my mouth and went streaming across my face. That made me send my own spurts shooting down my legs and soaking my pantyhose. When I was done, I licked it up like a greedy dog.After we both were soft we collapsed on the couch next to us, satisfied. Getting a facial had always made me cum so hard.Before he left to get more wine coolers, he leaned over and whispered "I. I did not hang out with them in school, but I had a blast. Real people just talking with each other. Getting to know each other and hearing of their lives. It was about an hour into the reunion when I saw Lana. My heart raced and I needed to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. She had stayed petite, had a nice body and was such a nice person. We had spoken off and on through the night. It was late and some people were heading to an after-hours place. I had to drive three hours to get to the. "Oh, hello, Sandy." she says.I nod and sit down. Eventually the old guy leaves."How's it going?" I ask her.She swipes her forehead. "It's going! I hate cutting hair. Sandy this is ridiculous! Please! Haven't you punished me enough? Please switch us back?"I smile. "You brought it on yourself! And to make it worse you couldn't keep your slutty hands off my husband, could you - you whore!" I find I am still angry at her for having sex with my husband! My head swims. This used to be my husband -.