"Why do you like stars so much?" 'Cause they're pretty." You are pretty," I said."No, I am not," she replied, after a moment of hesitation."Yes, you a...e." I turned around, facing her. She was still looking at the sky. There was only the tiniest crescent moon on the sky, but it was enough to distinguish her silhouette, to see her light brown eyes shining and the light brown hair, which I longed so much for, draped around her face."Yeah, that's why I am a supermodel," she said sarcastically. She. .all hot and sticky.... I bent her over a chair, pulled her jodhpurs and cotton knickers down, and rammed my cock straight into her messy cunt. She had told me many times how riding horses makes her horny as fuck, because of the pommel on her saddle bashing her clit all morning. I remember that day vividly, because it sticks in my mind the various smells I encountered that day. There was the smell of horse shit, from her boots. The smell of sweat from her body and hair. Smell of her sweaty. He'd only ever been there before to attend meetings where he'd felt very much like an insignificant cog in a giant multinational wheel. Zara strode out of the lift while Alex dawdled behind and watched as the young woman pushed open every door that could be opened and looked through the windows of those that couldn't."He's not here," she said at last."No," said Alex with relief. "Perhaps he was never here in the first place." He always goes on about Reuters-Fox," said Zara. "I thought he might. So ein Altmodisches, mitbodenlangem Rock und gro?er Sch?rze. "Fast h?tte ich es vergessen", meinte sie, als sie mir etwas K?hleshinter die Ohren spritzte. Ein typischer Babygeruch machte sich breit."War sehr schwer zu bekommen."Wenige Minuten sp?ter klingelte es, und ihre erste Freundin kam.##Wenn ich dachte, die Begr??ung der diversen M?dchen w?re schon schlimmgewesen, dann hatte ich mich get?uscht. Jede musste mich betasten, vorallem meinen gepolsterten Po, das Kleid, die Schuhe, und die.