| Author: | Ann Southerland | ISBN: | 9781476125275 |
| Publisher: | DoroClem Publishing | Publication: | June 25, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Ann Southerland |
| ISBN: | 9781476125275 |
| Publisher: | DoroClem Publishing |
| Publication: | June 25, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Table Of Contents
I’m Crazy About You
I think I am crazy about you. No. I am crazy about you.
“Hold on… hold on… “Becky tried to interrupt me as I spoke but I just kept talking.
“Can I at least have your phone number? I would like to call you sometime and take you out on a date,” I said before I let her speak again.
“No! I am sorry!” Becky said and walked away. I stood there feeling very dejected.
I could not sleep that night.
I’m Dying For Your Love
The doorbell rang. It was a Saturday evening. I was not expecting anybody. When I opened the door of my flat, the person that I least expected to pay me a visit was standing right there. It was my boss Bill. He could have only been there for one thing. He had certainly realised that he did want my pussy after all. “I am so sorry Bill,” I said as I grabbed his tie and pulled him into my apartment.
Tell Me That You Love Me
“Can we please go to your bedroom?” he asked. I was only too willing to take him to my bedroom. After all, we had come there to have sex. Once in the bedroom, he started taking off my clothes. He commented on how large my tits were. Mike said that he loved large tits. He said my tits were the prettiest tits that he had ever seen. I was very flattered. I loved being complemented.
Table Of Contents
I’m Crazy About You
I think I am crazy about you. No. I am crazy about you.
“Hold on… hold on… “Becky tried to interrupt me as I spoke but I just kept talking.
“Can I at least have your phone number? I would like to call you sometime and take you out on a date,” I said before I let her speak again.
“No! I am sorry!” Becky said and walked away. I stood there feeling very dejected.
I could not sleep that night.
I’m Dying For Your Love
The doorbell rang. It was a Saturday evening. I was not expecting anybody. When I opened the door of my flat, the person that I least expected to pay me a visit was standing right there. It was my boss Bill. He could have only been there for one thing. He had certainly realised that he did want my pussy after all. “I am so sorry Bill,” I said as I grabbed his tie and pulled him into my apartment.
Tell Me That You Love Me
“Can we please go to your bedroom?” he asked. I was only too willing to take him to my bedroom. After all, we had come there to have sex. Once in the bedroom, he started taking off my clothes. He commented on how large my tits were. Mike said that he loved large tits. He said my tits were the prettiest tits that he had ever seen. I was very flattered. I loved being complemented.
