Rachel, long and lean, was easy on the eyes. She stood eyeball to eyeball with me, and if you wanted to get technical, she may have stood an eighth of...an inch more than my five-eleven. She seldom wore a bra and her blouse often fell open when she leaned, therefore I had the glorious opportunity to gaze at her small 32A's on more occasions than I could count.I didn't realize it at first, not until I felt the one-eyed Mr. Johnson struggling to push through my trousers, that I was no longer. This couldn’t be happening. She had come to visit the art museum and have some fun at the local university. She tried to grasp Alexander’s words. For the first time, she realized that she was in big trouble. No one was going to save her.“Today, we get to the truth,” he whispered before returning to the table.“Why did you come to this country?”“Margaret and I wanted to see you national art museum.” Amy replied.The iron bar was lifted off the posts and Amy was lowered head first into the. Yeah like that more yeahhhh more yeah that’s good vadi.. Go more faster yeah I was already ramming her pussy with full speed but she wanted it more faster yeah bro. Haaaaaaaaaaaa and she know was moaning like hell luckily we where alone in the house otherwise we will be in a great trouble yeah bro. Yeah that’s good give harder strokes more harder ahhhhhhhhhh you are very good bro… I love you I love your rod yeah you have a grat penis vadiiiiii. And I sensed her pussy lips tighten on my penis. .." She began. Crap, she's serious; she used my real name. "I've had a crush on you for like... a month now... and I didn't know how to tell you. I guess my feelings got out of hand because they were bottled up fir so long. I can't take this. I just want you so bad, Saph. I think I love you."I winced at her last sentence, gazing up into those beautiful green eyes with my deep blue ones. I sighed, than pulled her close to me.She looked up at me, confused as I ran my hand through her silky.