My eyes were on Y for a while. When the time comes I picked up the phone. Before I told the agent my selection, he texted me pictures of a lot of girls available. Apple was near the top and I couldn't forget her when I scrolled down. So I picked her instead.
I met Chanel II at a bad time. I couldn't see her again for a couple of months and I decided not to see her again for the next couple of months until I am sure I can get back into her grace with a plan. Anyway, her face is not a shockingly beautiful as Chanel without the minor plastic enhancement. But she is model material once you met her, even though she advertised as the girl next door. She is young and on top of her game, just like Chanel when she first came out. With so many girls on offer, I favored them because we have the same accent. It's much easier to talk dirty or tell them exactly what to do with less awkwardness.
It was like love at first sight. I couldn't stop smiling because Apple is oozing with youth, just like her picture. From the way she looked at me and the smile, I am pretty sure she wasn't pretending. After the agent introduced us, she grabbed my hand and held it high up, leading me into the bedroom. It was like in a ballroom. She picked her dance partner, rushed to grab me, showed off as if saying, "he's mind!".
She was tinier than I thought; I found out when we hugged. And I was surprised we had the same accent. She is pretty alright, but her picture was taken when she was 18. It wasn't bad at all. She is just 23, the same as Chanel when she left me. She needed a little makeup so she is still oozing with youth, to match her youthful outfit. She is not model material with a bit of mileage showing. But her BMI is my ideal, well proportioned and I loved her fallen angel feel. At 23, she has no hesitation to take off her clothes in bright light standing straight up, and she has no reason to.
I gave her my well-received 003-condom but since she doesn't do BBBJ she put on her own non-lubricated one first. She changed it later though.
We stared at each other, appreciating, while she was riding me. It was like love growing after first sight. Then she got close to my face and kissed me. And again, deeper.
My erection was strong and I could have hanged on forever like that; I told her my brother loved her so much. All good things have to end though. She asked me to get on top and give her a good fuck. (OK, I added the 2nd half.)
Once I was in position, I couldn't help but to DFK her. I didn't pay for GFE and it was never offered or promised. But I just did it without resistance. Indeed, she was very cooperating and it felt like she was encouraging it.
We kissed so much that I felt I lose concentration down there and didn't come for a long time, even though I was swimming like a dolphin on top of her. I took my mouth off hers, pressed my face on her face like dirty dancing, in order to take a breath and to concentrate on my thrust. But then I would miss her kisses and went back vacuuming her. It was my dilemma and I went back and forth many few times. She couldn't sync with my fast switches and gave me the lips when I gave her my face, and vice versa. But there wasn't any problem with kissing on each other's faces and then went mouth to mouth or face to face.
At the end, she asked where I live (she is local), my age (I said many dozens but I could have said I am old enough to adopt her.), and typed her personal number on my phone. I pressed the wrong button after I went home and lost it. But we will meet again. In case we don't, she wasn't even my initial choice.
Mrs Player did look half her age. But I think I am worse. I was too busy to even cut my hair. My system wasn't functioning 100% and I had no time to fix it. Though my hair remains stylish following the last cut. Now I was a bit like the Beetles. The surprising outcome is that my jet black hair grows longer, covering my salt and pepper. Maybe I should keep long and fluffy hair. I'm not a banker or professional dealing directly with the public. It's a little bit embarrassing like when in high school with my kid, one of those handling flyers say to the other, "he's the father", telling his partner not to treat me as another student. Do I look that old?
I met Chanel II at a bad time. I couldn't see her again for a couple of months and I decided not to see her again for the next couple of months until I am sure I can get back into her grace with a plan. Anyway, her face is not a shockingly beautiful as Chanel without the minor plastic enhancement. But she is model material once you met her, even though she advertised as the girl next door. She is young and on top of her game, just like Chanel when she first came out. With so many girls on offer, I favored them because we have the same accent. It's much easier to talk dirty or tell them exactly what to do with less awkwardness.
It was like love at first sight. I couldn't stop smiling because Apple is oozing with youth, just like her picture. From the way she looked at me and the smile, I am pretty sure she wasn't pretending. After the agent introduced us, she grabbed my hand and held it high up, leading me into the bedroom. It was like in a ballroom. She picked her dance partner, rushed to grab me, showed off as if saying, "he's mind!".
She was tinier than I thought; I found out when we hugged. And I was surprised we had the same accent. She is pretty alright, but her picture was taken when she was 18. It wasn't bad at all. She is just 23, the same as Chanel when she left me. She needed a little makeup so she is still oozing with youth, to match her youthful outfit. She is not model material with a bit of mileage showing. But her BMI is my ideal, well proportioned and I loved her fallen angel feel. At 23, she has no hesitation to take off her clothes in bright light standing straight up, and she has no reason to.
I gave her my well-received 003-condom but since she doesn't do BBBJ she put on her own non-lubricated one first. She changed it later though.
We stared at each other, appreciating, while she was riding me. It was like love growing after first sight. Then she got close to my face and kissed me. And again, deeper.
My erection was strong and I could have hanged on forever like that; I told her my brother loved her so much. All good things have to end though. She asked me to get on top and give her a good fuck. (OK, I added the 2nd half.)
Once I was in position, I couldn't help but to DFK her. I didn't pay for GFE and it was never offered or promised. But I just did it without resistance. Indeed, she was very cooperating and it felt like she was encouraging it.
We kissed so much that I felt I lose concentration down there and didn't come for a long time, even though I was swimming like a dolphin on top of her. I took my mouth off hers, pressed my face on her face like dirty dancing, in order to take a breath and to concentrate on my thrust. But then I would miss her kisses and went back vacuuming her. It was my dilemma and I went back and forth many few times. She couldn't sync with my fast switches and gave me the lips when I gave her my face, and vice versa. But there wasn't any problem with kissing on each other's faces and then went mouth to mouth or face to face.
At the end, she asked where I live (she is local), my age (I said many dozens but I could have said I am old enough to adopt her.), and typed her personal number on my phone. I pressed the wrong button after I went home and lost it. But we will meet again. In case we don't, she wasn't even my initial choice.
Mrs Player did look half her age. But I think I am worse. I was too busy to even cut my hair. My system wasn't functioning 100% and I had no time to fix it. Though my hair remains stylish following the last cut. Now I was a bit like the Beetles. The surprising outcome is that my jet black hair grows longer, covering my salt and pepper. Maybe I should keep long and fluffy hair. I'm not a banker or professional dealing directly with the public. It's a little bit embarrassing like when in high school with my kid, one of those handling flyers say to the other, "he's the father", telling his partner not to treat me as another student. Do I look that old?
