CGB was angry with himself for not seeing what was so obvious from the start. He was so blinded by his lust for her that he ignored all the clear sign... presented to him. He wasn’t angry with her though, he never really could be.“I don’t believe you,” she whispered. She hated how he toyed with her emotions, as if he had a compassionate bone in his entire fucking body.“No?” he asked, tilting his head down to her. He knelt between her open legs, running his fingers down her torso to her bare. As you position yourself in the position... i come up behind you and burry my face in your wonderful ass... massaging each cheek with my hands... I move up and work my cock back into your sweet pussy...running my hands along your sides, until they reach your tits, i take one in each hand...As i thrust my cock in and out of your pussy... i move my hands back to your thighs, massaging them and using them to pull you back with each thrust... Im getting close now... I move my hands onto your back. Her long black hair was in a French twist. She was wearing bright red lipstick. She closed the door gently behind her. Her breasts seem to be bursting out of her dress every time she breathed in. Isabella threw a big smile my way. I smiled back. "Isabella, what a nice surprise to see you again. What brings you here?" I asked curiously. "You," she replied seductively. She walked over to the desk and leaned against it. "Oh? Why me?" I couldn't help my eyes lowering down to her heaving breasts. Undeterred, Randy continued. He’d already started in,and he wasn’t about to leave here without telling herexactly how he felt about her, whether she wanted tohear it or not. Besides, he already knew what the answerto that question was. That’s why it had taken him solong to work up the courage to say this in the firstplace. “Trish, I love you. I have loved you ever since we werefreshmen. I know you don’t feel that way about me, andthat’s ok. I think we both.