One time they got into a discussion of Spanish food and John mentioned that his friend in Hong Kong had received a Michelin star and was friends with ...erran Adria. Marella proceeded to blurt out that she was familiar with El Bulli restaurant. This gorgeous nineteen-year-old and her breadth of knowledge again stunned John and he got hard. How the hell did she know about El Bulli he thought to himself? Her remark caused him more than anything to want to drag her off to the bedroom and reward her. ‘Mommy, we need to get off this bridge and away from here,’ he says looking at his mother with tears welling up in his eyes. ‘My God honey, what’s wrong? Why are crying?’ Thinking she would think his imagination was running wild again, he says, ‘I’m scared the bridge won’t be here much longer.’ With that natural compassion mothers seem to have she says, ‘Oh sweetie, nothing like that is going to happen, these things are like sold rocks.’ With that, all hell literally breaks loose. The ground,. Ashley had convinced her to get a few more things from Express and Megan convinced Ashley that she did need another pair of tennis shoes. They had put in their food orders and Megan decided to start eating healthier to try and keep the shape she’s started to like. Their salads had just arrived when Ashley broke the laughter they had been sharing and looked like she was going to drop dead. ‘You alright Ash?’ Megan waved her hand in front of her face. ‘Hey.’ Megan heard form behind her. She. I called a sleepy '' Come in " and I sat up in the bed. Since I always sleep in the raw, I discreet pulled the sheets over my midsection. What came in that door was something out of an erotic wet dream. She was an exquisite young black goddess of a woman, tall and lithe except for a set of oversized knockers. She was wearing a sort of sarong like they have in the South Pacific, and it could barley restrain the press of her tits as she glided across the floor with a breakfast tray. A bright pink.