And finally, she nodded her head Mms to approve starting with the first time she met Bill Johnstone. It was one of the starting points she always enjoyed and could rely on. With her jaw set, she pursed her lips, her eyes became slits as she sharpened the picture, and the action of the first scene began as she envisioned Bill’s eyes widening and then focusing as he studied her eyes, her mouth, her chest, her waist, finally encompassing all of her. As that scene rolled forward to connect with the next scene and that one connected to another scene to create her fantasy, her eyes twinkled with a naughty desi glint, indian her mouth morphed from a soft warm smile into a slightly lascivious, sly grin and the fantasy ended with Bill’s good bye that morning, hot, passionate, warm, and loving before his final thrust, the last hot spurt entering her, the soft farewell squeeze of her vagina as she felt Bill withdraw the last bit of the tip from her, the sticky, hot trickle flowing from her vagina between her buttocks, and their fluffy white comforter snugged up tightly under her chin with her eyes closed as she tried to hold onto girlfriend feeling the warmth of his semen inside her. Even though it was before she got out of bed to start her day, the memory of that feeling inside her still made her tingle. The unrelenting clock continued to click away as it went about its task as timekeeper reminding her of their ongoing love/ hate struggle. She knew that she was running out of time for her reverie but soon the star of the movie, Bill Johnstone himself, would be there. Five minutes more was all that she said she would indulge herself but fifteen minutes later she gave herself a final push as she gently grazed her cheeks and touched her fingertips to her lips to end the movie. Whether it was when she and Bill said hello or good bye, he always kissed her so tenderly that she got misty eyed when she thought about his sweet kisses. Most days of the Scandal week Cory and Bill went about their lives the way most couples that have been together for the better part of ten years do but this was Thursday, their special day of the week and even more than just being any amateur Thursday of any week, it was the anniversary of the date when they met so Cory took off the jeans and sweat shirt she had worn since that morning, tossed them onto the foot of the bed, and went about the task of deciding what she wanted Bill to see when he got home from work that evening. The first candidate was a dark chocolate brown silk blouse. She liked the lightness of the silk, the way it hugged her body not too loosely that she couldn’t be seen and not too snugly that it made her look cheap. “Well, well, you’re certainly energetic this morning.” I looked down at her enormous ass cheeks and was shocked to see a few clear palm-prints on Aunt Sheen’s enormous buttocks. Anyway," I said while kneeling down, "I want more of you." "Unh! I can't wait till this afternoon." Then she lifted her skirt around her waist exposing her groin to the audience that had begun to gather. He liked to clean her of his and her mixed juices. “No.” “You’re such a little girl slut. I kept doing that for a few minutes. “Wrap it round this slut.” Startled at the volume of her passionate cry he reached around her head and put a hand over her mouth. I actually had two girlfriend or three give me their phone number and ask me for mine. I asked them what was so great about it but they wouldn’t tell me, just promising indian that if I went I would REALLY enjoy myself. “Do you need someone amateur to help you get naked?” I said chuckling before she headed into the bathroom to put her bundled up clothes from the car accident back on. He may have been a little tired by the tennis session, but he did not show any sign of it. Still the way she started sobbing as she pleaded with Apollon had use both convinced she definitely had been holding back information. Just how desi I want it. I giggled, “No I didn’t. C’mon, I’ll show you.” I took his cigar from him and smashed it out in the ashtray. “And you have such a yummy cunt,” purred the nurse. Bill was swimming in emotions; desire, pleasure, excitement, fear. And what stroke the eyes first actually were her bare long tanned legs and her leather shiny high-heeled Scandal shoes. And above all else, race them,” I admit. They both smiled as he started up a rhythm: going in and out, sliding his solid prick almost all the way out then ramming it all the way back in, up to the hilt. Exactly like those kitchen freezers you see Mms in the movies.