Brett had shown he could make her laugh without warning, he was considerate of her feelings, and he really listened and was interested in what she had...to say. He was "the perfect man". So what's wrong with such a perfect guy? she asked herself. Brett was just the kind of man she was drawn to. She hated braggarts, narcissists, and the self-absorbed who felt they were the center of the universe. Seattle seemed to have an unlimited supply of these she had discovered. Brett was different. He was. ....Mr. Washington erupted wave after wave of man juice down her throat. She didn't even gag, she just drank down every ounce. Jackie almost came with the sight of her swallowing all of his jism. She wanted some dick and she wanted it NOW!. The candy striper was positioning her wet pussy over Mr. Washington's rod. Jackie couldn't wait any longer. She fixed her uniform, got that professional look and cleared her throat. The candy striper looked up and turned beet red as she tried to cover. Anu boli papa thik hoon maine usko bola beta aise hi thik thode hi ho main tumhari ek baar aur maalish ki thi jab tum so rahi thi anushka boli haan papa mujhe bhi laga ki aapne maalish ki thi.maine usse bola dekha beta mian tumhara kitna khyaal rakhata hoon aur tum ho ki mera khayal hi nahi rakhati ho. Anu boli kaise papa? Main bola ki tum ko meri khusi achhi Hi nahi lagati isiliye tum mere bare main sab kuch apni maa ko bataana chahati ho vo boli nahi papa main to sirf aapko dara rahi thi. ” Tyler said quickly. Trying not to mention how he was just staring at her. “I can imagine,” Christy said with a wink. As they made their way down the sidewalk they began to start turning. Left, right, right, left. Tyler was hopelessly lost at this point, but Christy continued to walk with confidence. “It’s not that much longer,” she said. Tyler sighed and continued to follow the long, blonde hair in front of him. “Here is the shortcut,” Christy said, pointing to a looming thicket of bushes.