Fuck worrying. You're depressed, you've lost Louiseand you have nothing to shoot for at that place you work. Fuck it. Go be apoof. Act, my friend, act..."I chuckled a little under my breath but I was crying a little inside.Eddie didn't understand, I thought, and he would never understand that mydream was impossible."No dream is impossible," he said before patting me on the shoulder andannouncing that he would be 'going for a piss'. My friend, it seemed, waspsychic. When I got home, not too long. What color are her bra and panties? What size bra and what type of panties is she wearing? Is she all that you imagined she’d be when standing before you in her sexy lingerie? Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she sexy? Isn’t she a worthy woman of your lustful, sexual desires? Now that you’ve imagined her in her sexy lingerie, imagine her topless. Think of her topless. Think of her without her bra. Imagine her naked breasts? Can you see the shape of her breasts? What size are they? Can you see her. A giant ass wobbled behind her, and great big milk jugs hung from her chest. Right off I knew that she could kick my ass if she wanted. Actually I hope that she would. My white ass deserved the abuse. Then it was time for our first kiss. She turned her back to me, and hiked up her skirt."Put your tongue in my asshole you little white fag." She commanded. I loved the fact that she hadn't bothered to shower. The aroma coming from her stink hole was noxious. It hadn't been long since she had last. He thrusted his cock up her ass, fuckign ehr anally while squeezing both her breasts. She screamed. "You like don't you bitch. I once watched Schindler's List. You French girls would whore yourselves for strong men who take you by force don't you," Manuel taunted her. Isabelle was feeling her breasts being shaken and her ass being pumped with his juice.After fucking her ass, he took his cock off. He was seeing his own sperm flooding out ofher ass cheeks, down to her legs. he quickly turned.