Too bad he doesn't know it". My antennas went back up. We continued talking for a few more minutes. I even was bold enough to give her my number......he never called unfortunately, but the entire time we talked, I steadily focused on making sure that I kept her in the frame of the camera phone I held discretely on my side. There was more than one occasion where I was certain that she would bust me. I thought to myself that there was no way that she didn't notice that I was filming her. One. It is clear she is a big part of you. You have puta lot of time and effort, if not study into being Emma. I could besitting in a waiting room with you, dressed as Emma, and I do not thinkI would recognize you as anyone else, other than an attractive, prettywoman. I might actually be jealous."I apologize for not being open, over and over. She tells me not to beatmyself up. She has questions and we can talk about them when I gethome. I tell her I hope to be on a flight tomorrow. She tells me. I can tell she’s close to an orgasm. I spit on my hand and smother it all over my dick and then I flip her on her stomach. I pull those soft butt cheeks apart and start to lick that rosebud of hers with my taste tester, and I push it inside of her. It just occurs to me that I’m tongue deep in her ass. I would have never thought I would ever do this. After I lather her ass in my spit I straddle the back of her thighs. I rub my cock up and down the crack of her ass, finally arriving at the back. As far as I could tell, she didn't mind my obsession. Whenever she would catch me ogling at them, she would just laugh and say something like “teenage boys and their raging hormones.” Even though she knew I obsessed over her chest, she didn't ever stop giving big hugs. At the time, hugging Trisha was my favorite thing in the world to do. I made sure she gave me a big hug whenever I saw her for the first time everyday. She was always a trooper about it. She just smiled, and shook her head.Trisha.