But this time I wasn’t going to screw things up. I was going to be myself and he was going to leave. But that’s ok, so long as I didn’t become s...mebody I hated, like last time. When I met Daniel I wore high-heels, make-up and short skirts. I loved to party and I wasn’t shy. I wouldn’t say I was a slut but I knew what got a man’s attention. We dated for about a year and by the time the girls chucked him out of my flat at 2 in the morning 365 days later I was a different person. I was shy and. . oh... I'm cum-m-m-m-ing!" James remained still as Linda bucked and spasmed around his penetrating cock."More... don't stop, damn it! Fuck me!"Needing no further encouragement, James withdrew several inches and pounded the full length of his rigid shaft into the tightly stretched pussy of the pretty white married woman squirming beneath him."So good... so good... more... harder" - she moaned, punctuating each word with an upward thrust of her hips. James obliged and began pumping his cock. He was grunting some and trying to stay quiet, but a saw someone pause in front of the door and listen. They could surely see me as well as I could see them. He began arching his hips and breathing fast when he finally popped in my mouth holding my hair roughly in a messy knot. His cum hot my shirt and I had to rub it off best I could. I got a few uncomfortable looks as I left, but it's definitely worth feeling this satisfaction that I have never had before.” " Another time, he bent me over in. He did what was instinctualto him, he prayed, again. Ken prayed aloud, "God thank you for helpingme. I need the angel to come back, I need more guidance."In an instant, the angel appeared. He was sitting in the seat next toKen. Ken told the angel, "Thank you for coming. I am still lost. Canyou help me by giving me more information?"The Angel replied, "First my name is Thomas. Second, I can help you. Ican answer questions, but I can't give advice or tell you what to do.Also, I can only visit you.