I laid flat on top of her and just held it in as deep as I could while she rocked her hips. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she repeated as she sh... girded on my cock "Im going to cum! Im going to fucking cum." Her moans suddenly went silent. Her eyes got big and jaw dropped wide open. "Oh fuck i'm cuming. i'm cuming! im cuming! i'm coming" She screamed breaking the silence I felt her pussy contract on my cock and try to push me out but I just drove it in even deeper. She let out a loud. No fingers spreading her lips this time. Her skin was darker than the first. Damn! That’s nice, I need more wrong numbers texting me. I wanted to lie back down and try to sleep some more, maybe more wrong numbers will come my way. This was strange. They had to be related somehow. I saved both pics to my phone and sent the same one-word reply to both. ‘Yummy’. I went for my morning jog around nine o’clock before the summer sun became too brutal. I was still puzzled about the texts. When I. Cassandra Vogel was a Paris model when she met Hector Velasquez. He was 20 years her senior and had spent the majority of his life up until then building his seemingly endless fortune. He had not set aside time to socialize, to find a wife, to build a family. However, once he set his eyes upon Cassie, she was a goner. He set to sweeping her off her feet and it worked. Before she knew what was happening, she was married and pregnant with their first of four children, Hector, Jr. Athena had. Do I willing admit these things to a woman in a raw manner? No. I strategize it and wait for the time to strike depending on circumstances. One instance I got a lady to let me take pics of her feet because I complimented her pedicure. I made it seem like a personal project I was doing, I wanted to take pics of nice nail art (not just toes but hands too). She didnt feel invaded about it. She smiled and said it was different but not creepy. Have a positive aura about yourself. People don't lie.