You would suspect that she had her hair coiffed in a French weave, but it was just naturally curly. Her face was essentially flawless. Everything was ...just right. She had incredibly dewy skin, pretty hands, a well-proportioned body, and happened to be wearing Birkenstock-like sandals—the style they wore those days—with the thin strip running vertical into a T-strap at the ankle. Since I have always had a foot fetish I care about the feet and hers’ were incredible. “Donna here shares my. “Did you have any questions about what I wrote?” she asked.“I didn’t read it,” I admitted. “The only words that mattered were that you weren’t coming back.”“Oh. Are you angry at me?” she asked.“No. I actually want you to be happy. I wish it could have been with us, but I want you to be well.”“I’m sorry,” she said. I knew she meant it for what it was worth.“We were your rebound,” I said dismissively. “Maybe it’s my fault for getting more emotionally invested than I should have, but I cared about. ‘Yeah, me too,’ Sam said, ‘ hey I won’t be home this week-end like I had planned, some problems came up and it may be a couple of weeks before I can get there.’ ‘Oh, honey not again,’ Sandra, said very sadly. In the background she could hear something, ‘Where are you?’ She asked Sam, ‘In my room, why?’ ‘I thought I heard a woman’s voice, must be on television,’ said Sandra. ‘Yes I guess I got it on to loud, well, honey I got to go, see ya soon,’ said Sam. ‘I love you Sam,’ said Sandra. . [email protected] am a newly married housewife aged 26 years with a 34B-26-36, enjoying and satisfied with my husband’s love making in bed, but still yearn for a feminine body touch which I am missing from collage girl friend during our golden collage days. I loved the soft hands of my girl friend roaming and caressing my body and especially the soft hands pressing my breasts instead of my husband’s rough hands.The story I am going to write is of my virgin college friend.
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