What was it that made her so unforgettable? Her long beautiful locks of brown curls that cascaded around her face? Her eyes that were so brown they almost matched her olive skin? Or was it her long lashes when she looked my way? Her lips that glowed with gloss? Was that it, lips that smiled so beautifully? Or was it her eyes, those Which sounds rather grand but I am something of an introvert and not very well liked. I am looked upon as a plain Jane because I wear loose clothes while the other girls dress and look like super-slim models.
I usually have my long brown hair pulled back into a pony tail and my style of dress conceals my full hips, I definitely needed some new clothes for the summer but the fact is - and I know it surprises many people - I really hate shopping.
However, as it was a beautiful morning, I took the plunge and decided I might as well get it done early and then enjoy the rest of my day.
So, I jumped in the shower and completed Oh, let me back up a bit. Chatting in bed one night, Dave and I got into a discussion about sex toys. He knew I didn't have any good enough to provide me with real satisfaction so he decided to buy me a few from internet sites. Of course, he wanted toys he would be able to use when he came to visit me. He looked for a dildo It was the day of my dreams and I was really excited about having my family there: Mom and Dad, and big brother Tim.
My brother and I had always been close but, sadly, Tim and our parents didn't get along. They didn't approve of his lifestyle, particularly his role as the leader of a biker club. I was particularly pleased that my apartment was furnished and, therefore, I didn't have to transport furniture.
Moving boxes of my personal stuff had been tiring enough. All young graduates think about everything associated with the finances for college — well, at least the ones that want to do something with their life.
My parents and I had talked at great depth about different colleges. Well, to be exact, it was our last argument. I told him I was finished with him. It was just arguments and disputes, one after the other. Paul was a nice enough guy, but a boyfriend? After showering and tidying the bathroom, I climbed into bed. Thankfully, my weekend fuck had changed the sheets.
When that bitch gets off — damn, she