She had to be a multi-millionaire.She said, "I hope that this doesn't affect our relationship," and expressed real concern in her voice.Bob was taken ...back buy her wealth, but he responded. "Dad always said it was easier to love a rich girl than a poor girl," and he gave her a sly smile. She hoped her money wouldn't affect Bob as he was too nice of a guy.When he inquired as to why she had become a Red Cross girl, she responded that she wanted to make some sort of a contribution back to society. .his cock. It was long, maybe 9 inches, and just a little thicker than mine.She turned to me and must have sensed my desire for him. Without saying a word, she started undressing me, piece by piece until I was standing there naked. She led me over to him so that we were standing side by side, but not quite touching. She dropped to her knees and slowly took her husband's cock in her mouth, all the while locking eyes with me. She looked so beautiful with his length in her mouth.I knew I could not. "It was a pink one." Okay, I'll be back with a pink balloon." She replied with a disappointing look on her face.I didn't realize what that look meant until after I left the store and got to thinking about our encounter. From that moment on I could not get that girl out of my head. Every time I would go by the floral shop, she either wasn't there or they were closed. I eventually found out that her name is Kristen.By the time we got back to Kristen's room, our clothes had been fully removed. Her. I had her say, “I really hope the neighbors are watching me take my clothes off,” or “I really hope someone can see my tits,” or “I wonder if I'm giving one of the neighbor men a hard on,” or “I wonder if any of the neighbor boys are jacking off right now while I'm naked and playing with my self.” One night after we'd smoked some good pot and were buzzed, we took our beers out into the back yard. There were redwood fences about eight feet high separating the back yards from each other, but.