***Well, what can I say? It's Saturday night and nothings going on. As in,nothing, zilch, nada, fuck all, ZERO! You get the message. Can't get a hold ...f anyone. And let's face it, a single average-looking guy hittingthe pubs or clubs solo. Kinda raises eyebrows. For the wrong reasons.You know what I mean. Just not the sort of thing that happens.OK, I'm bored - I'm in my flat and I'm wondering why I'm living thislife. Always getting the short straw. You know, if there is ANYONE upthere - why do. The second time I got an answer. ‘Hello.’ It was a mans voice. ‘Sorry, I must have the wrong number.’ I hung up and dialed again, the same voice answered. ‘Sorry, I must have written the number down wrong. Is this 535-5353?’ ‘You have the right number, who are you trying to get in touch with?’ ‘Cecelia Morgan.’ ‘Yes, this is the right number. You must have been the one who called earlier. She let it go to the machine, she was going to call you back. We were kind of busy just then. She’s in the. John cre?a que en la caja hab?a algo para responder si o no dependiendode su pregunta de salir juntos que ?l pensaba le iba a hacer, pero lo quele pidi? no lo esperaba.Valerie - "Necesito que sostengas la caja con una mano y con la otratomes mi mano y no la sueltes hasta que te diga vale"John confundido por su pedido acepta y procede a sostener la caja con lamano derecha y con la izquierda toma la mano de Valerie, al sostener sumano de Valerie noto que hab?a como un peque?o celular o un iPod,. As I licked the labia up and down I focused in on the little nub. I watcher her eyes as my tongue darted across, back and forth and swirled around the little nub. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she began to get hotter and wetter as I continued my lashing. She reached forward and begged for me to place my cock inside her and that she wanted to explode all over my cock.I obliged and sat up as she laid her head back on the blanket. I reached for a bottle of win in the bucket, quickly.