What was happening? I thanked her and turned back to the window, but he was gone. The sunset had disappeared as well. Now I was wondering it had all ...een my imagination. I looked around to the entrance and didn’t see anyone walk in. I sat down, picked up the rose and sniffed its sweet scent. It was a mystery. Was it just going to stay that way and be a sweet remembrance? I sat down and lookedd around the room, looking at it differently this time. I did notice some people looking back at me as. ’ She delighted in the shocked look in his eyes, as she turned on her heel and stormed out. She stalked out of the gambling house and ignoring the stares on the street, walked back to the hotel. From her room, she looked out the window at the place across the street. Maybe they could use a flower wearing Blackjack dealer, she thought. She put a few new flowers in her hair and went to the gambling house across the street. The owner, Mr. Deacons, was in and she was granted an interview. We have found each other searching for a flat at the same housing agency. Masha like me is 22 years old. Her subjects at university are mathematics and sports. She has a slim, well trained body (I’m sometimes jealous of it), small breasts, long, very long legs, short blonde hair, blue eyes and lips which always seem to say: kiss me. In the 20 months that we live together we have become very good friends. There are normally no disputes about cleaning, cooking, shopping or anything else. Even the. She was no prig. Why not? But how? Sam was not about to stop. Oh, well, these young males. (It proved her point, didn't it?)Bit-by-bit his humping became more resolute. His end was near. By squeezing her hand in time with his quick strokes he became frantic. (Had she created a monster? Some monster!)Mercifully, one last plunge by Sam and the deed was done. Hot, slimy semen sprayed on Sandy's clothes, but neither Sam or Sandy cared. One last firm squeeze extracted a squeal of unabashed joy from.