In my pickup, I anchored down the tires with chains. I drove up to their small ranch and knocked on the door. I was already whipped that night while I...waited for the door to be answered. Not that it was morning or anything but she came to it bright eyed and answered it. Her eyes were crystal clear. The smile said hello in a manner I don’t want to say. She was smiling soooo cheerfully it was as if she was a young little girl. That is all I can remember. I always want to remember her this way. So did Eddy."Man, that cunt is just crying for prick!" he said.He scrambled over the redhead, dropped between her legs, and pushed his cock head into her pussy. Vi bucked her hips up when the hard prick bored into her pussy slot, not able to keep from writhing and groaning as it moved deeper and deeper into her cunt hole. She simply stared up at Eddy while he leaned on his arms and fucked her, looking down into her face, watching it soften with every slide of his prick."Do you like that,. Amy opened her mouth and went closer, nearly touching it she stood up and kissed me, i moved back at first then i saw the lust in her eyes. i got closer to her and we kissed again, it was amazing, she was the best kiss i have ever had. she took my shirt off and threw it away from us, she stood there looking at me then said "what are you waiting for?" i didnt know what she was on about but i got closer and kissed her again, she pushed me away and said "dont you want to see my body first?" i. She always agreed.Whenever I had a chance, I’d find a reason for us to talk to him again. I was looking for a man who would make her blush… or laugh… didn’t matter. If, or when, I found him, her blushing or laughing would be a sign she liked him. A sign she’d had an emotional moment. Every emotional moment was a thread. Her to him. The more moments, the more threads. Enough threads created a cord. A cord created an attachment.I was patient. The second item on my bucket list would take time.I.