"I like it when you come in a big flood, honey. Please?"Buzz appeared to think deeply. He shook his head. "Nah. We'll do it like last time. Get on the...bed."She hurried to the bed and lay on her back, her legs spread so that her pink, luscious cunt peeped from between her silken dark hair. She had a good-looking cunt, Buzz thought. He only wished she were a blonde, a very young blonde.Like Sylvia, his foxy daughter.Buzz got up onto the bed and straddled her stomach with his muscled ass. The. . you get thepicture. It was always so hard to resist, having tall athletic fellowsgoing after me, flattering me, not taking 'no' for an answer."He said, "It's all right. And you don't, you know, have to go intomore detail. That's not necessary." Oh, but I insist. It's important for me to not keep anything fromyou. For instance, every guy I've ever been with had a huge cock. AndI know, from seeing you in a swimsuit at the beach, that you're notanywhere close to being in that catagory. . She said OK. I asked her structure sizes. She hesitated, but I was asking her, finally she told me her sizes. By hearing those I was stunned. Her sizes are 38 30 36. Then I started praising her boobs. Initially she hesitated but after some time; she also enjoying then I started my romantic chat.Our chatting becomes endless. Almost every full night and whenever she is free she will drop a mail or whenever I want to chat then I was dropping the mail. One fine day she sent her pics to me. She was. ‘Where do you wanna go?’ she asked. I simply shrugged. As another comfortable silence befell us, it was clear that something was drawing us closer together. I knew that I was dooming myself by being in Rose’s presence in such a romantic location in clear view of anyone passing by the large starlit lawn. Yet, I felt powerless to do anything to bring this moment to an end. I longed to reach for her hand, to pull her to me and feel her lips parting for me. I wanted to hold her close, long into.