She got her second wish, and instead of the first (becoming a registered nurse) she met her destiny.Dale Bridgeport was an eminent neurosurgeon and tw...nty four years Natasha's senior.In his early forties, Dr Bridgeport still drew second glances from women. He still had the build which had made him an outstanding quarterback in his college years —a tall erect figure with big, broad shoulders and muscular arms. Even now he has a habit of squaring his shoulders when ready to do something difficult. "The chance to be with you, Jack. I've fantasized about fucking you since we met, but there were always other things happening, such as my marriage and my need for a sponsor, which led to a divorce. Now that same need gets me you at last. Sad about my old sponsor, I miss him, but, hey, I've wanted you ... lusted for you, for a good long while now. Now I get to fuck you often, right?" Rosa didn't bother to hide her desire anymore."You played it rather cool yesterday, sweetheart. At least not. To say that he was working hard is a poor description. His muscles bunched and flexed as he worked, shirtless, mixing his concrete by hand and artfully applying it until rough-hewn cut stone appeared as if by magic. Sweat poured off his body and would fly out in cascading drops whenever he’d shake his hair. But he didn’t seem to be working at all. To me, work means that one does something for the money and maybe enjoys it.My lover didn’t just enjoy his labors; he assailed them with enthusiasm,. Daarna pakte ik de bandjes van haar bh en trok ze over haar armen heen zodat de bh alleen nog maar op haar borsten rustte. Ik keek Ellen recht in haar wazige ogen aan en trok toen de bh met een flinke ruk van haar lijf af. Haar borsten waren nog fantastischer dan we ons hadden voorgesteld. We hadden verwacht dat haar tieten als een plumpudding omlaag zouden gaan hangen, maar niks was minder waar. Haar tieten bleven fier vooruit staan alsof het er van een 18 jarig meisje waren, met dit verschil.