I've had some experiences but the day I was told to pick up Jordyn from her rehearsal and take her to her hotel beat them all. She came out of the stu...io lugging a heavy looking bag so I jumped out, introduced myself and took her bag. She was wearing a loose black T shirt and black leggings that showed off her excellent legs. She got into the back of the car and I took off, arriving at her hotel in about 15 minutes. “Bring my bag up for me please” she said, which I did, hoping there would be. I do what I love(so how can it be called work.)I sucked my first dick when I was 13 and loved it then and Istill do. I worship dick and cum and live to get my ass fuckedby Tom (the monster cock plumber).I sometimes do not make a lot of sense. I will always tell youwhat I think.My personal life is pretty fucked up. I still think I am apretty happy person.Now if you have read all the proceeding little bits of my life,you already know me. Hell you may have shot your load in me(thank you very. He comes to her. At last it is Saturday. The weather has been so cold for so long. Now, it has turned drier. He rings her mobile. There is no answer. Doubt runs through his mind. He continues to drive. He rings again and still no answer. Arriving in the estate where she lives, he looks for and finds number 11. She is at the window. He looks at her face and sees that she is smiling. He smiles back, leaves the car and walks to the front door. She has a meal prepared for him. He sees the effort. I looked up at him. Except for a little graying at the temples of his jet black hair and the weathered, wrinkled skin, I saw the features that had attracted me to Mark: the same chiseled nose and chin, the full, beautiful lips, the low dark brow and those penetrating blue eyes. I quickly counted forward; with any luck, somewhere around Labor Day my husband would think we had made a miracle.My fingers fumbled with my father-in-law's belt and zipper, distracted by his adept fondling of my swollen.