.This story started in my college 4 years back,during admission process I was delighted to see a spark in front of me.my eyes are not controllable jus... following her that she noticed that and turned off myself. I came to to know her name and branch throu the admission process.I was delighted to in same branch as her.then college started and she was in the same group as me in labs.we used to get much time in labs but as a shy guy I was avoiding to talk but one all of surprise she called me and. We grew up together we worked different jobs and mine always took me out of the country for long periods of time, so we did not hook up as often as we used to. Now his ole lady was a walking wet dream. She had long curly blonde hair and a set of bought tits that were to die for. Her long legs led up to a perfect ass and her waist was rippled from the gym work outs. They never had k**s so there was no chance of stretch marks or any blemishes on her skin. Her makeup was always perfect and today. .. and that's it now," she cackled. "You can see it on the medallion... the eagle, the symbol of the Roman battle standard... and the name... Caesar! Near... near a century ago, girl, when... when I was just a squallin' child, he came with his pack... but I remember... remember well! Yes... I remember well!" He... they... the pack came last night, Granny," Jean said, fighting the dryness of her throat. "A girl... a young girl was raped... actually raped by him, or one of them... !" It was him!. She's a very nice girl and one day she'll make someone a wonderful wife." I'm sure that one day you'll be a great husband for someone, but is it that big a deal where you come from?" Yes. Although not as strict as some cultures, matchmaking plays a significant role. As someone earning a good salary who's earned the right to live in this country, I'm considered quite a catch. A lot of women would be prepared to marry me on spec just to be able to come and live here, then worry about love later..