She called me one Friday evening and informed me that I can come to her home tomorrow. I was so happy. I did not sleep that night, waiting for the big...day tomorrow.The next day I went to her apartment and rang the door bell. She opened and she was wearing a Salwar qameez and she looked beautiful in that. I kept staring at her boobs to which she noticed but gave a smile. She asked me to sit in the couch while she brought coffee. I was so nervous because I was going to fuck my dream girl, but she. Fine; do you want to follow me?” As we took the lift to the 12th floor she filled me in with a couple of extra details and eventually led me into Hank Brooklyn’s suite. I was giddy with excitement and red wine as I sat on one of the large leather sofas and prepared my tape-recorder and questions. I don’t know if it was the wine or the fact that I was meeting a famous pop star but I suddenly blushed like a schoolgirl when the great man walked into the sitting room. “Well hellloooow. I don’t know. It was intense and breathtaking, and I ... Oh my God, I’m babbling! Danny, please! Take me now! I want you deep inside me.”Danny smiled and moved between her legs. Helen herself took his straining dick in her hand and guided him into her still twitching opening. Then he sank down into Helen with a feeling of absolute bliss. It was almost three years since he’d felt her soft pussy around his dick, three years after their first night together when... “Helen, how are we ... I mean,. "Dammit, woman, getcher filthy paws offa my Muppets curtains!" I threw open the hall doorway, propelled her through it, and hurled her backpack, shitkicker boots, leather pants and motorcycle jacket in the general direction of her retreating ass.I guess that just wasn't destined to work out, but at least I had a good story to tell my buddies on the train to work. ================================================================== James Jingleheimer, who sent this letter on, saw a nickle.