.Am fr?hen Abend betrat er mit unseren ehemaligen Aufpasser mein Zimmer.Er setzte sich auf einen Stuhl neben meinem Bett und streicheltez?rtlich ?ber ...meine Br?ste. Dabei sagte er leise, "Dein Anblick machtmich verr?ckt und wenn du Ja sagst, kannst du alles von mir haben." Ichversuchte seinen Streicheleinheiten zu entgehen, was nat?rlich nichtgelang. Trotz des goldenen KGs sp?rte ich eine gewisse Feuchte inmeinem Schritt, die sich langsam breit machte. Diese Gef?hle h?rtenerst auf, als er mich. I scoot myself down the bed to get my face near his massive shaft. Blaine also readjusts, making it easier for both of us to do what we want to do. I look up at him and grab a hold of his shaft again, and start stroking it towards my face. I allow my mouth to come open slightly as he reaches down and starts running his fingers through my hair. I move my head down towards his shaft again as I continue to jerk him off. I begin to run my tongue over the tip of his massive shaft, causing it to. I gulped nervously, I had to do something. I grabbed the closest pair of shorts which just happened the be black short-shorts with leopard print side panels that said “Baby” on the ass, and slid them on to answer the door.Mr. Evans was a tall man, a whole head taller than me. He was handsome with his messy dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a body of a man that does does a lot of manual labor outside. I tried to avoid him not only because the rent I owed him but because looking at him put. "I think my reputation is mostly urban legend," I said. "You know how it is when you get a bunch of bored, married guys. They're just looking for something juicy to excite them." So you don't date beautiful women?" Betty asked.I shrugged."Well, that's a letdown," she said."Why's that?" It means I'll never get to act out my schoolgirl fantasy of being your girlfriend," she said.I didn't know how to respond."Wait. Why's that? That's not true," I stammered."But you said you don't date beautiful.