And she had nobody to blame but herself. She was so full of herself, so arrogant! When the maid had not ironed the dress she wanted to wear to her lik...ng, she had grabbed the iron to hurl it at the young girl. The iron had opened, and the hot coals had dropped on her, igniting the wax paper collar which had been a fashionable accessory at the time.The burning collar left her cheek covered with scar tissue. The scars were not bright red anymore, but they were all Alana could see when she gazed. She held the socks under her nose and inhaled deeply, I felt my cock begin to rise under my dressing gown. “And I have been wearing these every other night for the last week,” she said as she raised the purple pair to her nose and she inhaled again. She threw the socks to the side and disappeared for a second. Some music began to play and she reappeared wearing only a matching set of lacy red underwear. She began to dance, her amazing body writhing in time with the music. She sat on her bed and. I started browsing through the magazine and stopped myself at the hot pic of Hollywood star Emma Watson. I had been attracted to celebrities before, my earlier crush was Johnny Depp. But I had never thought of any female celebs that way, before I turned bisexual.Emma was wearing a dress which canvassed the beauty of her well-defined shoulders and you could guess from her cleavage about her splendid breasts. I was feeling so turned on.Guys would never understand the thirst of a delicate, pretty. I then held my cock deep in her puss, pressing it against the back walls of her pussy as it exploded shooting my hot cum deep into her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, holding me deep inside her after i finished cumming. We kissed again passionately for a while and once our lips aparted she said "I love you b*o and wish we could be together permanently. It sucks that we can't."I replied back while holding my cock deep in her puss by saying," I love you too, but at least we able to have fun.