Adriana Lima Plastic Surgery
A small spattering of applause came from the crowd.
Not bothering to pull the curtain he began to wash and watching him Desiree got aroused. She pulled off her clothes, feeling giddy as the chilly evening air teased her now hardened nipples.
"Yes... my bra matches." You tell me softly, your head bowing as I move to stand in front of you, my hand resting lightly on your shoulders. "I... I always wear matching sets..."
It's just another boring night spent in front of the television, at least that's what you expect it to be. You're home alone and I was supposed to be at work but I called in sick. I really needed to spend some time alone with you. I didn't tell you I stayed home from work because I wanted to surprise you.
Author's note: I want to thank Pearl for her words of wisdom and her help in editing this story. The first time I ever had an editor and her feedback was greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy this continuation of the Mental Telepathy tale.
"You are not skinny. You are slender. Your height makes you very graceful and attractive."
He heard rustles and bumps coming from the upstairs bedroom, what the hell was she doing up there, he wondered. His heart felt like it was about to burst through his chest, he was so nervous. He hadn't been this scared the first time he'd made love to Lexi in the same park they'd visited today.
"I found me a man all right, but not one my father would have picked. He was rather wild, that's what attracted me. His family also had a lot of money and had survived the depression. Don't laugh when I tell you his name, Chip Stevens, that's right he was a Chip. He drove a car called the Cord and it was a sporty thing, something kids today would probably say was awesome. I let him take my virginity when I was eighteen, but I only slept with him two other times.
Then she slowly started lowering herself, after sometime she was kneeled before me with my cock directly in front of her mouth. Then she held it with her right arm and started kissing it. After sometime she was really sucking me hard. OH!!! the feeling of being cock-sucked by the nude Uma was simply superb....
"I finally got assertive enough to insist that she come over to my apartment to fuck. She looked like she was going to orgasm right there. We were right out in public. I was so nervous. She said 'yes'. I told her where I lived and we agreed on a time and all that. But then she said wasn't really sure if we really would. She said she felt comfortable flirting, but when it came to actually fucking she was a little shy. She had my mind and body so tightened and wound up. It was incredible."
"How about some homemade pizza?" The word 'pizza' has a magical effect on young men. All of their eyes lit up.
"Well, yeah."
We embraced and then she leaned in and kissed me again. I relented and kissed her back. I put my arms around her shoulders and drew her body towards mine. We sat down on the bed and I took in her soft kisses and her breath, which was sweet and hot. I laid her down the bed and got on top of her, grinding against her, my hair falling past my shoulders onto hers. I took her hands and pinned her to the bed. She put her hands on my ass and I shivered. I began kissing her neck and as she moaned I tongued her ear.
I felt myself turning a deep shade of pink but grinned when I realized that Rita was amazed at Teri's openness.
Matt Mussman and Scotty Lehman were our defensemen. They were tough and fought hard against the other team, but they were undersized. And we only carried two lines of defensemen. If someone went down, Craig moved to defense and we moved someone else to center. We just didn't have enough people. Heaven forbid I get hurt. That meant Josh coming to play goal, Craig moving to D and God knew whom to center or wing.
"£300.000! You've got to be bloody kidding. He can't do that. Can he? I'm sorry, Dave. I didn't know he knew. He has just told me he is leaving me."
The girl obeyed, sliding out of her desk contritely, but careful to let her skirt ride up above her bare, moist thighs for the longest of seconds. Once upright, she bent over to pick up her knapsack, her skirt flying high yet again, the crack of her tight, tiny behind shielded by only those flimsy panties. Mara quickly licked her lips and cupped her right breast. Little did she know that Christina saw the fleeting movement as she peered between her legs. Christina stood up again, slinging the olive-colored sack over her shoulder, clutching the pen in her right hand, and walked towards Mara's desk with a neutral expression. She let her body do all the talking instead. When she walked, and her black clods clicked against the floor, the muscles in her bare, sculpted dancer's legs created sinful curves, the light rustling of her skirt against her ass could be heard, and her perpetually happy teen titties bounced up and down ever so slightly with each stride. Christina didn't yet believe in using bras on a regular basis. Mara had taken note of this months ago. Christina broke into a seemingly casual, secretly come-hither stance when she got to Mara's desk, actually placing the pen, followed by her small, perfectly manicured hands on the desk's edge and leaning over a centimeter or two.
Not bothering to pull the curtain he began to wash and watching him Desiree got aroused. She pulled off her clothes, feeling giddy as the chilly evening air teased her now hardened nipples.
"Yes... my bra matches." You tell me softly, your head bowing as I move to stand in front of you, my hand resting lightly on your shoulders. "I... I always wear matching sets..."
It's just another boring night spent in front of the television, at least that's what you expect it to be. You're home alone and I was supposed to be at work but I called in sick. I really needed to spend some time alone with you. I didn't tell you I stayed home from work because I wanted to surprise you.
Author's note: I want to thank Pearl for her words of wisdom and her help in editing this story. The first time I ever had an editor and her feedback was greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy this continuation of the Mental Telepathy tale.
"You are not skinny. You are slender. Your height makes you very graceful and attractive."
He heard rustles and bumps coming from the upstairs bedroom, what the hell was she doing up there, he wondered. His heart felt like it was about to burst through his chest, he was so nervous. He hadn't been this scared the first time he'd made love to Lexi in the same park they'd visited today.
"I found me a man all right, but not one my father would have picked. He was rather wild, that's what attracted me. His family also had a lot of money and had survived the depression. Don't laugh when I tell you his name, Chip Stevens, that's right he was a Chip. He drove a car called the Cord and it was a sporty thing, something kids today would probably say was awesome. I let him take my virginity when I was eighteen, but I only slept with him two other times.
Then she slowly started lowering herself, after sometime she was kneeled before me with my cock directly in front of her mouth. Then she held it with her right arm and started kissing it. After sometime she was really sucking me hard. OH!!! the feeling of being cock-sucked by the nude Uma was simply superb....
"I finally got assertive enough to insist that she come over to my apartment to fuck. She looked like she was going to orgasm right there. We were right out in public. I was so nervous. She said 'yes'. I told her where I lived and we agreed on a time and all that. But then she said wasn't really sure if we really would. She said she felt comfortable flirting, but when it came to actually fucking she was a little shy. She had my mind and body so tightened and wound up. It was incredible."
"How about some homemade pizza?" The word 'pizza' has a magical effect on young men. All of their eyes lit up.
"Well, yeah."
We embraced and then she leaned in and kissed me again. I relented and kissed her back. I put my arms around her shoulders and drew her body towards mine. We sat down on the bed and I took in her soft kisses and her breath, which was sweet and hot. I laid her down the bed and got on top of her, grinding against her, my hair falling past my shoulders onto hers. I took her hands and pinned her to the bed. She put her hands on my ass and I shivered. I began kissing her neck and as she moaned I tongued her ear.
I felt myself turning a deep shade of pink but grinned when I realized that Rita was amazed at Teri's openness.
Matt Mussman and Scotty Lehman were our defensemen. They were tough and fought hard against the other team, but they were undersized. And we only carried two lines of defensemen. If someone went down, Craig moved to defense and we moved someone else to center. We just didn't have enough people. Heaven forbid I get hurt. That meant Josh coming to play goal, Craig moving to D and God knew whom to center or wing.
"£300.000! You've got to be bloody kidding. He can't do that. Can he? I'm sorry, Dave. I didn't know he knew. He has just told me he is leaving me."
The girl obeyed, sliding out of her desk contritely, but careful to let her skirt ride up above her bare, moist thighs for the longest of seconds. Once upright, she bent over to pick up her knapsack, her skirt flying high yet again, the crack of her tight, tiny behind shielded by only those flimsy panties. Mara quickly licked her lips and cupped her right breast. Little did she know that Christina saw the fleeting movement as she peered between her legs. Christina stood up again, slinging the olive-colored sack over her shoulder, clutching the pen in her right hand, and walked towards Mara's desk with a neutral expression. She let her body do all the talking instead. When she walked, and her black clods clicked against the floor, the muscles in her bare, sculpted dancer's legs created sinful curves, the light rustling of her skirt against her ass could be heard, and her perpetually happy teen titties bounced up and down ever so slightly with each stride. Christina didn't yet believe in using bras on a regular basis. Mara had taken note of this months ago. Christina broke into a seemingly casual, secretly come-hither stance when she got to Mara's desk, actually placing the pen, followed by her small, perfectly manicured hands on the desk's edge and leaning over a centimeter or two.
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