59, surely this dream, drug fueled hallucination or whatever it was wasn’t going to continue? A scraping noise seemed to be coming from the directio... of the door and, as the clock ticked over to 00.00 the door crashed open and there in the doorway stood a short, rotund man with a broad grin on his face. His grey beard and rosy red cheeks gave him the appearance of her impression of what she’d always imagined Santa Claus would look like. ‘You must be Ellie Scrooge, I’ve heard so much about you.’. She was wearing a short purple skirt, a purple flower print, long sleeve, button up blouse, and a pair of sheer to waist dark tan pantyhose. Carol started up the stairs toward Marcia's room. At the top of the stairs, Carol stopped. She told herself that it was not too late to turn back. This was i****t. If she stopped now, Marcia would never know. Her own pantyhose were soaking wet. Her whole body was on fire. With images of her daughter's long sexy silken legs in her head, Carol continued on.. From that day onwards I was eagerly waiting that when you will come to her home and how much time you will stay etc.. Exactly after 10 days of your mail conversation you arrived but I was confused to confirm that you are the person I was looking or not? After you entered into her house after 15min I ranged the bell I hope you remember it, sowjanya opened the door and I offered for the movie in theatre for that she said was alone and busy with some personal work till ni8 and closed the door and. I make my way to the main bedroom and slip put of my red tight, overexposed shirt and snuggle into bed next to John. I'm behind him and I'm cold, so I spoon him and my fingertips work their way up his chest and back down. I feel his heartbeat start to quicken as I make my way down his hairy, manly body and to the waistband of his pants.I push my lips against his back and close my eyes, hoping to fall asleep like this.He turns around though and kisses my forehead. He's not my boyfriend nor my.