But more along the lines of the drunk trailer trash whore in a wife beater yelling at her husband while her tits swing back and forth without a bra . ...ou know. Just a bit to much makeup . Always smoking . But not a bad little body . She was about 5'6 maybe 130ish pounds. Brunette, Big natural chest. And a little junk in the trunk so to speak. So anyways . Back to 16 year old me , heavy breathing haha . For what felt like 5 minutes. I just stood in place . Staring . I'd never seen an actual. I didn't want to ever wash her love juices from my face, but I could smell them in my beard, so I had to wash it off. I then went out on to the deck and gathered up my tools and waited for Sharon and Kristin to return. Nicki's book was on the lawn chase. I picked it up and reminisced the story that I had previously read about twenty-five years ago.As dusk approached, I could hear Sharon and Kristin talking as they were getting closer to 'home' while enjoying their return stroll from the chapel. I come to a small clearing and notice before me a rustic cabin, with curls of smoke coming from its chimney. It looks oddly familiar and as I walk onto the porch a sign upon the door reads, “Deana’s Secret Hideaway.” Then I remember and say, “Oh yes, I’ve been here before.”I also know that the door is always unlocked for me; I open it and walk into a warm, cozy room. Every time I see this place, it takes my breath away. There is a romantic, sensuous setting; wooden furniture including a. ‘You need your ass beat.’ Dante said in his deep angry voice and Davis smiled, realizing the roll was worth this. Dante was really pissed. ‘That’s never going to happen and you know it,’ she said as she picked a piece of lettuce from her salad and aimed at him, he stared at her, daring her to throw the lettuce. ‘If you throw that I will beat you myself.’ he warned her. ‘You wouldn’t dare.’ Tempest boldly defied him and threw the lettuce, hitting Dante directly in the nose. Davis stuffed his.