He took it okay for a little while, but then he started to get really whiney about it.”“You did give him blue balls for three months,” I reminde... her.“I know,” she laughed. “But, like, I didn’t know any better because of how I was raised. Anyway, we got into this huge fight. He told me I was cold, and pointless, and teasing him, and just a bitch, and on, and on, and on. When my roommate got home she found me crying my eyes out. She was like, ‘Girl, you’ve been making such a big deal about this. “How did I land myself such a babe for a girlfriend?” he cooed. “Come on hunny, I like what I see!” A tingle ran through my body – he thought I was a babe! Timidly I turned on the spot with my hands on my hips. “How’s that? I asked. Scott didn’t need to respond. He was gently rubbing his bulge through his trousers with a look of delight across his face. “Will you suck me Claire?” He beamed. I kneeled down in front of him and undid his trousers. He pushed them down to the floor along with his. .. until she jilted me for a wealthy bandit. I still hate her.She hasn't changed much. She is 32 now, but has not lost her girlish charm. There are subtle wrinkles on her forehead and around the eyes that are somewhat desolate, and her waist is slightly heavier but otherwise she looks great. In her thick black hair I notice some white strings. I wonder if she knows about them. But this is nonsense; the important thing is that I hate her.She is lying on a gurney, breathing heavily. The moisture. Looking closer still I see that Tanja's almost-black hair,with waves of curls, even has the first few grey threads in it.But that doesn't matter. I'm saving the most important part of mydescription until last - the woman's face. And here is where Tanjascores best - her mush even trumping the quality of her knockers.If her legs and her torso could only be stretched out by a foot I'dhave been able to imagine I'm fucking Monica Bellucci, because thiswoman has the face of a real looker.Tanja has.