"He was ... everything," Regan admitted. "I was a freshman and he was a senior. He went to our brother school but we interacted with them a lot so I s...w him all the time. He had this cool hair and this great style, you know. I swear, when he smiled, his teeth sparkled." Maybe he had diamond inlays put in his molars," Ruth said with a giggle."He didn't need anything like that!" Regan insisted. "He played sports and I went to all the games. I mean, I wasn't the only girl that lusted after the. Maybe I should knock on the door, but I knew I didnt want to face Dan again, and definitly didnt want to humiliate myself in front of Terry, ever again, that game was over. I would call her but assumed she wouldnt answer, and the thought of them laughing at my voice mail begging Terry to let me in was to horrible to face. Renting a room in the cheap motel down the road was fucked, but I didnt want to waste time playing games, and I felt like Terry would bust my balls if I returned to the room,. ’ She ordered. Kneeling down between her legs, he soon munched his way down to her cunt lips. He found that he had to suck the bar out of her cunt, in order to finish it off. When he had eaten it all, her cunt was covered in chocolate. He did as ordered and licked her clean, finishing of by kissing her squarely on her golden cunt. She leant forward and kissed him. ‘Ummm chocolate flavoured cunt, makes a change from cock,’ she commented with a smile. May then opened a bottle of champagne and. In my lifetime I would never need to buy a single cookbook. I had often helped my mom in the kitchen when I was growing up and when I moved out my parents’ home she presented me with a handwritten cookbook of culinary perfection.What made her gastronomic ‘masterpiece’ extra special, were the annotations that accompanied each recipe. Unlike normal recipe books, if a sauce or flavour was not up to standard, there were hints to guide you. The downside of my mother’s catering brilliance was that I.