I have been fantasizing and masturbating for months thinking about your BBC fucking me. I placed his hand on my crotch look what you've done to me. He... put his other around me and grabbed my ass firmly pulling me into him. He began passionately kissing my neck and I could feel his bulging cock pressing into my thigh. I have been fantasizing about this moment for a long time too he said. I can't believe this is really happening. After months of waiting and my flirting through out the day I. I saw the note that my sexy Brit had left for me and sensual images flooded my mind again. Him kissing my neck, my chest, then cupping my breasts in his hands before finally taking one nipple into his warm mouth. Taking the pink bud between his teeth and running his tongue over it. The heat between my legs returned and I couldn't help but lay back and slide my hands down my body and over my breasts. Lingering to caress my large breasts and pinch the hard nipples, I slowly ran my hands down my. “She is still looking after my little boy isn’t she?” mum asked, her eyes staring into mine as if trying to read my answer in my reaction.Mum has always been a bit old fashioned in her ways, having been in a lucky position of not having to work as she met dad young having me just a year after they wed where she continued to be a ‘stay-at-home’ mum with dad earning more than enough to keep us comfortable financially. She had made it quite clear that her job was to be a good wife and mother,. She looked from me, to the box, tears forming. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. If thought before she was a good kisser, I now KNOW she is. October 16, 2010 Dear diary, This is my last moment as a bachelorette I suppose you could call it. In a few hours, I marry Caleb. SO many things to write. Where do I begin? His eyes? How about his hair. Start at the top and work down I suppose&hellip, The feeling of seeing your bride in white walking down the aisle is beyond any form of written.