She ran up to me and gave me a big hug. She was taller than me, her height is around 6 ft 7 in tall, which is a turn on for me because I was always at...racted to big and tall women with a pale white skin complexion. I rubbed my hands on her back while caressing her long green hair (which matched the color of her eyes). She was wearing a black dress with green outlines. Her dress was obviously design for women that are taller than 5 ft and weighed more than 250 pounds because this woman has a lot. "You're unpredictable," hecommented."Uh huh," she said, "it's part of my charm." She wagged her head fromside to side and giggled.He laughed. "Yeah, I guess it is." They made an odd couple in more thanone way. Big, wealthy, almost-famous, Doctor Mann and tiny, poor,unknown Barbie the grade school dropout. He didn't want to think aboutit; some of those things were part of her charm, too. Harold Mann neverthought too deeply about his own motives; he trusted himself andconsidered introspection to. I looked over at Julia again. Her eyes were totally focussed on my cock. She had increased her stroking pace significantly; exactly as I had done. Up and down! Up and down! Her fingers slapped noisily against my body as she reached the base of my shaft on her downward strokes. She rubbed up higher across the head now, her hand sweeping over the ultra-sensitive spot right under the eye. I could not take much of that... With each stroke a glob of clear pre-cum now bubbled from the head, out onto. The first is bright light, thesecond, the constant bane of anyone trying to convince theirfriend/parent/girlfriend/relative/annoying girl from upstairs that theyhave a headache: Talking. Just trying to concentrate on what the otherperson is saying, combined with the noise . . . You get the idea."Did I wake you? You feeling alright? You look like you're-" I mean, I'm not surprised, that must have been one hell of a time youhad last night."While John would love to wring the neck of the.