I decided to fuck her somehow.Then I sent her a pic of my dick and called her talked as sexy as I can.. This chat continued and night phone calls were...the routine.I made her horny every day I speak with her, I made her finger herself when talking to me and made her go crazy, at the same time I too was jerking on the other side.days passed, one day she called me and asked me to come to her house. I said OK and went to her house. she opened The door I was stunned at her sight, she was wearing a. She told me that her washing machine has broken and could she possibly bring a few things round for me to wash, I told her that was fine. Sam said she would drop round in the morning and as repayment would do any cleaning or whatever I needed doing.I sat there for the rest of the evening thinking of chores I could get her to do, happy in the knowledge that she was visiting again.I woke early, not knowing the exact time Sam was coming and had a quick shower. I dressed in a pair of shorts and a. “Ok, listen,” she said, “there’s something thatsometimes goes on in Brazilian culture that I didn’ttell you.”“Huh, what?” I said inquisitively, totally puzzled. “I just didn’t want to tell you because I fear that youmight judge me and not like me, and think I’mdisgusting,” she said.“Liana, you know I love you for you and wouldn’t judgeyou! You’re amazing no matter what, you can tell meanything.” She. She came out of her bedroom, down the hall, and into the living room. I had to catch my breath. She had never dressed like this for work! She was wearing a medium green mini-dress that showed some cleavage and lots of leg. She had a small purse just large enough to carry a wallet and phone. She looked at me and smiled impishly. “Do I look okay?”I slowly recovered. I spoke very slowly. “No-o, you are much more than okay. Much.”Her smile became broader. “I don’t think anyone will buy into your.