5Golden girl,Embodiment of the sun,Daughter of the dawn,Standing between red curtains,Hand upon stone,Your pedestal is not stone,But an Amarillo rose,...he sea behind youAnd the sky,The former blue,The latter gray.But you golden,Bright as the sun;Despite your statuesquePhysique and the blank gazeOf your eyeless countenance,You makeViewersInto voyeurs,And the sun rises and setsOutsideThe magic of your window.6Woman too bigFor the man in your life,Too bigFor the room,Taller than ingressOr. Then I began to lick up his cock shaft, and once Igot to the top I took his dick in my mouth, and began to suck. Icouldn't believe it, I was actually giving the cock that created me ablowjob. I kept going up and down on his shaft, sucking harder andharder. I was playing with his balls in my hand.Then I felt a hand on top of my head, pushing me down on to my dad'scock. It was his hand. He wanted me to keep going, so I did. I kept onsucking his rock hard dick. Soon I could tell he was getting. .. "She paused. "Hi." Um, it's Ryan... " I know who it is." Oh, well, how are you?" Fine," she told him."That's good. I-I heard about what happened, with that Mitch guy... I'm sorry." Yeah. Well, don't worry about it." I-I wasn't! I mean, I just wanted to see if you were okay... " Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Gonna have a fat lip, but that's about it." Well, it could have been worse." Yeah, you're right. He could have gone out with me for three years then told me to fuck off," she said sarcastically.He. He didn’t expect anything from her, but toward twilight he saw a white sedan drop her off, the big blonde waving from the driver’s seat as Tracy walked straight to her mother’s. Mel noticed that her costume was gone, replaced by some tight jeans and a hoodie, like something she had quickly bought at a local megamart. He chose to wait, pulling the lasagna out of the oven and making a salad, waiting and hoping, and in walks Tracy. As ever, Mel was struck by her beauty, her poise, Tracy’s smile.