“Your friend Stephie; that could have been me.”“It could have been any of us, but it wasn’t. The same is true for Birgit’s accident and Nick...��s murder. You know what happened with Bethany. And there was my accident. And so many other close calls. It’s tough.”“So why are you with her?”“When she was in Chicago with her parents in August to see Nicholas, she cried on my shoulder and her mom talked to Harry Krajick about how I helped Bethany after Nick died and she thought I might be able to help. “That’s it cunt, make me cum!” I could feel Emily’s vaginal muscles convulsing, I knew I couldn’t take it much longer as I felt her pussy clamping down on my pulsing cock.“That’s it whore, tell me you want me to cum in your pussy.” Emily’s body was jerked forward with each brutal thrust of my hips. I held her upright with my fingers wound through her hair.“Plleeas…uuugggghhhhh.” I was rutting Emily as hard as I could, using every ounce of strength to bury my dick in her hole. I loved the. I slide them in my pants pocket. I spread your legs; I kiss my way up your left leg making you moan in anticipation of what is to come. As I get to your thighs, I stop going any higher making your cry out eat my pussy; I then return to the bottom of your right leg and repeat the small butterfly kisses up your leg, as I come to your thigh I drag my tongue to the center of your pussy. You are going crazy reaching down trying to grab my head and force it into your pussy. I push your hands off and. The funny thing is she knew what would happen if I caught her. I had her talk with my ex-wife before we got married. Annabel Gardner was a 1992 runner up Miss America. She was in Playboy. And she was in Hollywood, though not in your typical family movies.And then she was in my arms.Annabel is great. She never tires in bed. She even has a sense of humor. And a brain. Her body made it a feast to buy her clothes and lingerie. Her wit made her a brilliant table partner. Her curiosity made me want.