She was in my thoughts the whole day, I wanted to know her and talk to her. Next day I went to college with a target to know about her but couldn’t ...ucceed and this went on for a few days. Suddenly one day I could see her in the library where she was reading some motivational book. I kept on looking at her from behind the book and we exchanged looking each other twice.I followed her till the reception when she left and while signing of saw her details in the register. The work was half done, I. I got as far as the door when I realized she might not appreciate a knock. It was three AM or so. Besides that, Ellen had been at Sully's earlier that night, sitting with a table full of friends and surrounded by dozens of hopeful young men. I'm pretty sure Ellen has never paid for a drink in her life. She's blonde and pale and has tits like a movie star. For a while, she was dating one of the Red Sox. After that, it was some older rich guy who used to park his shiny, red penis extension in my. He loved her once and she loved him but now they have separate bedrooms and they prefer it that way. They need their own space. Except once every eight weeks, more often than a real blue moon but that's what he called it. That's when they had sex, once every eight weeks. I think sometimes how that might be, fucking someone who you don't even enjoy spending time with but I try not to think about it too much because I just get sick and sad. I still don't know how it happened, exactly. It was my. That’s a splendid start. But I need more.” His words left a damp path on her leg, though that could have been her own juices from his face. She found either notion ramped up her arousal to a torturous level. “I’ll give you more. I’ll give you anything.” She moved her fingers closer, needing more friction on her sensitive folds. Her body beginning to shudder as her climax clawed its way higher.“Hold it open wide for me.” She caught his words just as his tongue thrust into her cunt. His nose.