“She’s always smiling,” I told my parents. “But she lives a million miles away,” my mom said to me. “It doesn’t matter mom,” I said. �...�I love her. I love her through and through. I can not explain it…well yes I can. You’d just have to meet her. She’s terrific.” “She will live here…in the United States of course?” my dad asked me. “We aren’t even close to being engaged dad,” I said. “We haven’t dated. In fact we don’t date. I work on her farm and all I did was help her out.” “Did you make money. I had to find a time when could get acres to he water bottle and as if magic she asked for her water bottle. Then she turned around and started talking. thank god for her being blonde. Any ways I walked over the her water bottle and opened it and pured the powderThen I walked over to her and I looked down at her and said here's your bottle. The way she smiled was so cute and hot. It's like cute like a new born baby cute and it was hot like it turned you on.She was sweaty so I hoped that she. M is a beautiful young woman local to the city we are in while S is a shy young man coming to study in this city. They bump into each others at the same caf' I am addressing you from. M spills her soft drink right on S's clothes. His beige pants and blue shirt get soaked with the dark colored beverage. Although many might expect anger but S was very calm and sweetly smiled at her.Feeling bad, M offered to clean up his clothes after the mess she caused. S agreed without thinking just to get to. No. Don't stop! don't stop!" she groaned back.So i quickly plunged my face back into her pussy, and in seconds i was lapping away at her sweet wet pussy again as she groaned and moaned above me.After a minute or more she was really getting into it, and as she leant on the table groaning over and over in her high pitch tone, she began flexing her body back and forth, and was now pretty much fucking my face."Oh Mr Jones! Mr Jones!" she groaned as her little bald moist pussy slid back and forth.