Or devise a way to get it. Or think of who I’d like to give it to. Or if I saw someone beautiful, I’d think they were more powerful, more special,...just… more than me. Now when I see beautiful things I see waste. I see time wasted. I see days upon days melted away into nothing. Pictures that bring back no memory, faces that no longer make my pulse race. When I see beautiful people, I feel sorry for them. Beautiful people have so much further to fall, so much more disappointment to feel, when at. When it came to office gossip that had to be confirned, Maria was the true source. "Hey, call me later. I'm a head home and start looking for work boo." Gina said to Maria. "Alright. We're going out tomorrow girl, don't forget your last paycheck." Maria said when she walked out. Gina drove home to her apartment and played a Selena CD to help her mood. It was a rough time for her as she was starting over after her boyfriend left her after she found him with her cousin at her sisters wedding over. This was due partially to the sheer size of Mr. Ross’ cock and the intensity with which he fucked me but also because I couldn’t help but think about the tale I made up for him about how I lost my virginity. As I imagined it in my mind I almost seemed to believe it as fact. So much so that my fantasy became more like reality. Memories of my first sexual experiences. Memories Mr. Crawford and how after he fucked me he swore that it could never happen again but it did. It happened a lot. He was. " Oh, Jullian, can I possibly be enough for you?" Why don't we find out," he suggested breathily, his hand resting lightly on the top of her thigh."I..." but she could say no more as his kisses continued to bring quivers of anticipation She felt his hand move slowly to her stockinged leg. Her own hand moved atop his, halting his advance but momentarily."I... wish I could be sure," she cried softly. In answer, his hand sensuously and tantalizingly found its way under under the hem of her.