At some point in the night she asks me if youre my boyfriend. I tell her no, just really good friends. I can see her flirting with you, and I notice t...hat you seem to like the way she looks. She does resemble Alyssa Milano a little. Shes a little taller than me. Her breasts are only about a 28 B cup, but she is a little more slender than me. She has long, light brown hair, brown eyes and very tan. Somehow we wind up driving back to my place in my car and Candy is now in your lap. I glance over. I go home and fantasize about her, my first ejaculation yet to come... I bathe in the cool waters under the bride, letting sweet nothing angels whisper in my head, guilt for the small fat black haired woman I feared to date in shameful self-image. Each day, I would stare on and on, into the heavens, waiting for that angel to come down. I aggressively, then tenderly, called for her love. Her sweet angel tan body, luscious and curved like a motherly swan rescuing me from my low self-esteem. I, in. The gorgeous view of her legs sheathed in coffee toned nylons sure beat the scenery outside. As she crossed her legs and recrossed them, I could almost hear the distinct sound of nylons. There were many tantalizing views of her stockings as her dress rode up enough to provide glimpses up her thighs. In the middle of the short flight, she came down the aisle serving juice, soda, and water. As she approached me, the plane must have hit an air pocket as it dropped suddenly, sending Lynn tumbling. It would be a horrendous loss to this publishing company if he were to cut us off." I don't understand," said Laura."Well, what do you think he's going to do when we offer him your book, a book which gives the lowdown on his wife having sex with their teenage son?" Findley pointed out."Oh . . ." said Laura."He's going to sue us, of course," said Findley. "But whether he wins or loses, he'll never buy another book from us. We can kiss umpteen thousands of dollars goodbye right there." I see,".