Light brown hair with a few tufts that were more blond. Hazel eyes. The type of features an agent would happily snap up into a modelling contract. Per...aps it was marred by his build needing to ‘fill out’. He was easily over six foot, with long, lanky limbs, uncomfortably close to clumsy. Each class, he made his way around the room, sitting next to different people, meeting and talking to everyone. It was only a matter of time before he reached me. I patiently waited for it, curious to see what. I asked her what position she wants. She said my husband does only missionary position and want to try new. I told ok.Then, I made her be in doggy position.She said don’t hurt me as your dick is like a monster.I said don’t worry honey and slowly entered her pussy.Initially, she had pain and told that I am tearing her pussy. I told to enjoy the action and in one push I entered inside and her wet pussy gave way for that.Slowly, I started to do in and out and she was moaning and she was turning. Waffles for breakfast so don't be too long." Yeah! Waffles! My favorite!" and suddenly there was a PJ clad streak heading for the bathroom.While I'd been waiting for Jordan to wake up I'd got things organized. As I heard Jordan leave the bathroom to go and get dressed, I started the first pair of waffles. As she'd done the day before, she seemed to have an appetite that was hard to satisfy. At one point, I wondered if there would be any batter left for me. 'Oh well, there's always cold cereal'. There I see it. High School. Health Class. A chart magnified on a screen and a disembodied voice harps on something I cannot hear. It is blatant life, and I am no kidding, and action drama. Years ago I painted a portrait of my left hand. It is blue, wet blue over silk, not a painted fabric, but soft, early fields. When I painted it, in dream or not, I believed I had discovered the world. I sped in the cold sea and I lived within delicate arms with hazy brown skin. I thought of blue orchids and.