Now Ben has always been sweet to me. He's a good looking guy, almost two metres in height, dark blonde hair and penetrating blue eyes, and he works ou... on a regular basis so his body is toned and muscular. Whereas my boyfriend, Jeff, is only about one metre and seventy-five centimetres, and hasn't seen the inside of a gym since we started dating. "Jesus, dude, you alright? You look like you were run over," Ben asked Jeff. I could hear Jeff sigh. "It's nothing." "And just by that sentence I know. I had my hands around his waste, and sucked harder and harder. I kept sucking until I knew he was about to loose his load! I stopped sucking his dick, looked him in the eye and wrapped my tits around his cock, rubbing them up and down until he came all over them. The thing that I knew about teen-age boys is that they don’t need much time to get hard again after they cum. So after he came I straddled his lap and started to kiss him. I also took one of his hands and put it between my legs,. The accumulation of the emails and the talks about our stranger-to-stranger encounter has electrified my whole body. I see this image of you knocking on my door, pulling me into your arms. We kiss as your fingers caress every inch of me. We soon become a frenzy of discarded clothing and end up on the bed. Later that day I see you online. We chat and I type,” Are we still meeting Sunday?” You than type, “I do not know, according to your email you need a down to earth fucking now, how’s about me. (Height five foot ten, waist 28 inches, bust 38DD, no enhancement surgery required) and a rich, drop dead gorgeous husband to boot. Every female who crossed Jefferson’s path secretly coveted him. Cerys should know, she was frequently subjected to the possibility that other women's pussies were dribbling whenever Jefferson walked into a room. Jefferson’s high cheekbones and perfect body would in themselves have been a gift from God, but he also possessed a hundred kilowatt smile that caused.