" said Karen " I'm now very happy. You won't be. My son will E-mail you a good-bye."said Joan. As she went out what was left of the door with he... bodyguard. The next day there was a E-mail from Brian. It read: WATCH THIS andthere was an attachment. She click on the attachment. The screen went to full size. On the screen there was Brian flanked by two women. They were large sizewith large breasts. One had reddish-brown hair the other was a brunette. Theywere rubbing their. He borrowed a white satin dress from a girl friend of his at OSU. She was a perfect match for him size wise. Both of them were six foot, and she was as we used to say, "an Amazon".It was funny watching all the guys try to walk in heels, but Tom was an exception. He had grace.The girls and I were in awe at the poise he possessed. One girl even remarked that he walked in the heels better than she could. Tom was surprisingly attractive and feminine as a girl, which was surprising given his. He let his dick slide across her wet slit and around her clit slowly back and forth while she pushed her hips into him. She wanted him, but he wanted to tease her. He pushed her onto her side and held her, his left hand cupping her breasts, tickling and pinching her nipples. She could feel his throbbing cock sliding between her legs from behind, as he caressed her wet pussy with this left hand, his mouth at her ear “you like that?” he whispered. “God, yes” she could hardly get the words out.. And he was all mine. My name is Foxy Sanders. I am eighteen with long dark hair down to the small of my back and green and blue eyes, they change from time to time. Im not fat by all means, but I definatly do not look like one of those anorexic chicks, a rank bag of pathetic skin and bones. I am a 48 C, in bra size of course. Im not pale, but Im not as tan as Ayden, though I am only half a foot shorter then my 511 boyfriend. I worked at the lingerie store a few blocks from mine and Aydens.