So I’d worshipped lots of girls by then, but never been so totally knocked-out by a girl as I was by Miss Donna. There followed a golden era of Miss...Donna worship. I soon discovered big-bosom mags called Peaches, Amazons, and 50+, and Miss Donna was a regular model in those. It’s impossible to describe the excitement I felt when I saw Her on the cover, or read Her name on the cover, saying Her pics were inside.Every time I bought mags of Her pics, I’d look at them straightaway, parked in my van. "Ten years? I don't think I've had one job for more than five. You must enjoy sales. You seem to be very good at it." “It's very fun and exciting,” he smiles, “and it pays well, too.” I start to think that his “pays well” remark is intended to either impress me (why do so many guys think that women will want to bed them only if they own huge dung-piles of green paper?) or to intimidate me with the superiority of his income over mine. Either motive for his remark is not a very nice one. “I bet. She put her hair in a pony tail some point. The pony tail bouncing up down each with it over her right shoulder in front of her. Her hair smelled a beautiful fruit smell kinda citrus smelling. I breath in deeply to smell the aroma from her hair and our sex filling the room. I feel her lean in, she kisses me, then again and again the 4th time, I finally kiss back but lightly. She kiss again and I kiss back and it immediately turns into us kissing as we continue our thrusts. She lifts up her body. The buyer was most impressed. Thanks to May, I was building quite a collection of outfits. The orders were coming in quite well but they were for small batches only. There were four big buyers and we needed their orders. Peter decided to have a social evening at our house and invites were sent out to just about anyone who might place orders.Twelve people turned up that evening including Jock Brown (a big buyer) and also Mrs, Jennings, another good buyer. I had decided to wear my uniform of a.