He was tall, lean and well toned. He still had his track pants on with a black, sleeveless tank top. His hair was black and gelled up in a sort of mes...y look. He was clean shaven and had cherry brown eyes which seemed to hold the deepest secrets within their depths. He stopped directly in front of her and stared deep into her eyes for a long moment. Fatima couldn't breathe. He was absolutely gorgeous, and when he smiled, it took her breath away. It must have been a full minute before she. It's fun!"A few minutes later as Sheryl sat in her car, she pulled out her cellphone, scrolled through her call list and pressed send."Hello, Dr. Wetherby? How are you? It's Sheryl, your favorite model!"Chapter 9: Number ThreeI sat in my office reading the angry email message from Zoron Corp... It was looking more and more like Tampa would be a must, when the phone rang."Yes?" Hey sexy," came the playful voice of my wife on the other end of the line."Hey, what are you up to?" I said feeling. She was in her 20s, like you, and a permed head of long blonde hair framed big eyes, a tiny nose, and a wide grin that immediately split into a squealing greeting. “Oh my God! Welcome to the neighborhood!” she cried, stepping up and throwing her arms around you in a tight hug. Taken aback, you patted her back gently, looking to Greg for help as you were smothered in plentiful cleavage and cloying peach perfume. “My name is Aimee and this is Carli and we wanted to say hi and bring you some. I always used to stare at her boobs and dreamt of fucking her. I always guessed about her milky boobs and her pussy. I always felt how lucky her boyfriend would have been. Though I used to feel her softies by hugging her but social obligations were always a barrier for me to have sex with her. Days passed by and one fine day I got a mail from a girl and I asked her for her photo. To my surprise she was Simran. She said that she got my email from one of my earlier clients who was her friend. She.