On this occasion, the pink envelope stood out.I dropped my bag just behind the door, picked it up and flipped it over to find a heart-shaped scrawled ...n the back. It was addressed perfectly, my name and address, correct to the letter. It was also scented. I had to read it.I grabbed a knife and slit it open along the top edge. Picking out the letter, I unfolded it and watched in dismay as a thousand glittering stars fell to the floor. The contents fluttered down and over the kitchen tiles, chair. He drew a blank. The only Wendy he had ever really known was way back in college, and they never got to the ‘baby’ stage. Clearly, a wrong number. Still, though… ‘Thank you for last night, sweetie. It was so special.’ Oh, that voice! It sent a shiver through Mitch’s body. Clearly, this was a wrong number. There was no other explanation. No girl had ever called Mitch’s number and used that deep, throaty, sensuous type of voice. Who was she? And who was the lucky guy who had spent this great. ..Mijn kledingkeus was nogal simpel: alleen een dunne witte blouse, een gordeltje waar ik mijn witte visnetnylons aan bevestigde en daarover dat zwarte korte minirokje die jij zo geil vind. Dus ook maar die zwarte hoge hakken die jij ooit op de Haagse markt voor me kocht, weet je nog? Ik was nog steeds supergeil en voelde - denkend aan jou - weer natte golven kutsap opwellen vanuit mijn buik en mijn nieuwe visnetnylons natdruppelen......Nu nog wat slimme make-up en mijn lange zwarte haar droog. "You ready for a good fucking, Miss Catherine?" he asked her. He was already kneeling between her open legs and she could feel his cock head pressing against her opening, which was so wet that she knew she'd hardly feel his entrance to her depths.All she could do was nod, knowing Jessie would realize it was impossible for her to actually say anything at this time, so that's what she did. As soon as she felt his length in her she knew he'd see the movement of her head and didn't need to actually.