I open it to find her standing in a long black coat and boots smiling sweetly. A quick jolt of electricity runs through me as I think about ripping it...off her and bending her over the couch as she steps through the door. Better not. ‘Hey,’ she flirts. ‘Well, well, well,’ I muse leaning against the doorway, ‘Look who it is.’ I give her a long look before continuing, ‘And what brings you here this fine evening?’ ‘Just thought I would stop by and say ‘hello’,’ she blushes taking a step back.. She had short brown hair with some golden highlights that the recent summer sun had brought out. Her eyes were deep brown and somehow always managed to conceal what she was really thinking. In fifteen years Jake never had figured her out. Her short hair exposed a long, delicate neck that he suddenly found entirely too intriguing. Her breasts were much larger than Cindy's and bounced and jiggled when she got excited. He noticed now that she was wearing a plain white t-shirt and that sweat stains. My husband is a concert promoter / band manager and is in a prime position to get the pick of the up and coming, barely dressed, blond bimbo's who are looking to break into the music biz.I must admit this was me when I first met him, dancing around a pole as I sang Tina Turners Private Dancer. He was checking out the club for an upcoming gig for a band he was promoting and hung around to meet me when we were both through. I fell for his line and he did get me a few single releases, none of. She stared mesmerized by the jerking, swelling penis in front of her, immobilized by the twisting, aching sensations coursing through her veins and threatening to rob her of her sanity.I am evil. I'm a whore. But I want to touch it. I want to hold and kiss it... and suck it again. Oh God, I've got to.With a cry, Lynn threw herself onto her knees in a heap before Harry's hugely throbbing cock and began sobbing hysterically. Her mind was empty now, empty of all her self-recriminations, her.