Thick dark hair, dark eyes, the kind of lean, rangy build that you just know can work miracles on a mattress. He’s dressed in plain jeans and black ...oots with a white button- down shirt. You feel a bit overdressed in your little black dress - real silk, it falls to about three inches above your knee, held up with spaghetti straps and no small amount of willpower - looking more like a slip than a skirt. Whenever you so choose, you can lean forward and give him a glimpse of cleavage, as much or. She was wearing pink lipstick which accentuated her slim lips. She was looking absolutely gorgeous and stunning. At five feet 2 inches she was a hot little package. She entered the house and shook my hands. I led her to the sofa and offered her tea. While sipping tea I could not take my eyes off her. I was now looking at Pamela in a whole new light. She was the kind of woman that I would love to seduce and fuck. My dick was becoming hard. Pamela thanked me for the help that I had been giving. Her smooth hands clutched at her sheets as she flailed about in horror, her legs were a tempest. In her mind, he was touching her again, just as he had ten years before. Forcing, caressing, and groping… his hands wandered over her delicate skin. She burned with fear and she screamed at herself to run, but so many years ago she was scared. She could do nothing… only hold still as her heart raced and she whimpered. Her skin seemed to notice everything touching her, his fingers, his hot breath,. ’ Stacy put her bottle on the table next to David’s and clasped his hand. ‘David, I know you want things to work out, but I’m not going to lie, I really don’t want you to go. You’re my best friend, I don’t want to lose that.’ ‘And I don’t to lose you either. You’ve always been there for me, and I can’t remember anyone who’s been so helpful in getting my comic promoted. I mean…’ The two locked eyes, and for a split second, it seemed like the world around them had stopped. Stacy’s hazel eyes were.