She was so beautiful, tall, blonde, and busty, that he wondered if she was a transplant from Texas, the beauty queen capital of the world. Too many of...the women he had back home, in Transylvania, Romania, were short and fat. It was a real pleasure, an understatement, to be with someone who looked like her. He couldn’t recall being with anyone as beautiful and as perfect as she was. He wondered how old she was and he guessed she was in her early twenties. Someone like her should be working in. He told me he made copies and the one he showed me was a copy. The original I mailed, Yep I mailed it for him to a friend of his. (I thought it was a late Christmas present because that is what he told me) Bart sat there all smug and cocky as he laid out the different things he wants. This is his fucking list, like I said he wants me to convince his dad and mom to let him live with Peter and myself. He wants to go with me Wednesday night for my weekly bang and join in. He wants me to suck his. She is very confident. The one other time I watched her, it was with a pretty boy type guy who was hollow with zero personality. I always had this weird fantasy of seeing her with an older man, something different, something she never had or would even consider. Without her knowing, I decided to chat with guys online. My plan was to have someone stop over as an old friend and flirt with her. I found this one guy. We chatted for about two months and I felt like I knew him the best of all. Each hard stream led to another. Somewhere in the distance I could hear her coming too as the rush enveloped me. It was like the opening of floodgates as more and more cum poured into her saturated channel. I pushed deep into her a final time taking her breasts in my hands and pressed them between my fingers – probably too hard. The mixture of noises that came from my mother became muffled as I covered her mouth with mine. I stayed pressed into her long after we each finished our final.