All these years without those Dorothy Hamill thighs. XNXX As he turned to go into the kitchen, there was Nate heading towards her, wearing a Yankees cap like he promised. Let it go now, Christy, let it go for West High, like you used to in that hot little powder blue uniform. Yum…” He gazed right into her eyes through to her soul, that ‘I want you so bad it’s unbearable’ look that used to drive her mad with lust for him. “Oh…God…”
“And what else?”
“Nate, please…you can’t just…” Another slight brush. First on the right, then on the left, then back on the right, then the left, each time getting closer and closer to that most precious, most sweet, most sacred spot in all of the cosmos. Not in a universal way, but as if he had been designed especially for her, according to her particular specs, even down to the way his whole face
