Once inside, she locked the door, pulled the curtains shut, and kissed John“John,” she said, “this will only happen once. We will never do this ...gain, nor will we ever talk about it, understood?” John, shook his head yes, and She said “rock my world, Johnny Boy, and I’ll rock yours” and turned the lights down and unbuttoned her blouse. Her milky white tits fell loose, as John cupped each one, feeling their heaviness, sucking on each nipple, and true to his word, he pinched, twisted and tugged. Or the entire Ashima. I started chatting with her on Facebook ,and we became close friends in 4 years , in this 4 years , we never met but chatted on Facebook.She was showing interest in me but i treated her just like a friend. She was sharing everything with me , from her periods to her sex life( i was acting like a counselor to her every problem). But i was so much into my studies that i ignored her.One day , she sent me a sexy pic of her wearing the shortest shorts on this earth and a small. She soon found what she was looking for, a lilac skirt suit. She paid for it and asked if she could use their changing rooms to change into it. When she looked at herself in the mirror she noticed that she had to buy some new shoes. She walked into the shoe shop next door and brought some lilac high heel shoes. The shop next door had a Christmas sale on and she walked in looking at the array of saucy underwear. She picked up a red bra with a matching thong and suspender belt, brought it and. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, hoping that before he was fully awake, the phone would shut up and leave him in peace. No such luck. It went on and on, refusing to die. He eventually resigned himself to having to answer it.He snatched up the handset and barked into it, "What?" Detective Harris?" said a female voice on the other end. The voice sounded calm and business like, and not at all sympathetic to his lack of sleep.He sighed. "This is Harris," he said lugubriously."We've got a hot one for.