She froze unable to move a finger and her dialing stopped. Paralyzed, Chelly did not move a muscle and her eyes locked onto the man's midsection. Jimm... purposely grabbed his massive cock at the base and twirled the monster in the air. It was like a rotating beacon and Chelly couldn't rip her eyes off the big penis."Put the fucking phone down ... and get your white ass over here," he said with a stern, challenging tone. He padded the side of the bed showing her the direction he demanded.Why she. I hit the gym and everyday - yoga weekly and a good diet. It's worked out well too. I'll tell you a little about me, but not too much that it might help with my identity; born, raised and matured an Essex girl. Bombshell blonde, dressed to kill, acting half my age and dressing even less than that.Honestly, at my age, I don't care! I won't be sexy forever and I want to enjoy it as much as I can, whilst I can. I've had a little work done but nothing serious and anyway, I love how I look.. The beep stopped. I did not understand the word ‘Sweden’ written underneath the box. The phone rang. I picked it up. ‘Yes?’ ‘Code word please.’ ‘Sorry, who are you?’ ‘The alarm company. Please give the code word.’ ‘Sweden?’ ‘Thank you. Have you had any problems?’ ‘I’ve just bought the house. I’m moving in.’ ‘Mr Allan Jonsson?’ ‘Er, yes. What you should know is that I have transient bouts of amnesia. I have to consult a memory aid if I forget things. It delays things.’ ‘We can increase the time. He left early on Monday morning, like he usually does, after pounding me with his morning wood and emptying his nutsack into my pussy. And on that day, since he’d be gone for several days, he felt me up at the door, as usual, then pulled his zipper down and fished out his erection. I knelt down in front of him and gave him a quick blowjob before he left for the airport. Once he was gone, I headed up to Jason’s room for his morning handjob.My husband’s conference was going to last all week, so.