You hurt me pretty badly and right now I’m extremely disappointed in you. I’m not sure we should take that step at this point.”I hung my head, �...��I’m sorry,” I said softly, tears rolling down my face.“Steve?” Stephanie said gently.“Yes?”“It will be OK. It just will take time. I’ll always love you, even if we never end up making love.”“I know,” I said as she left the room.I sat there for a few minutes, crying, then stripped off my clothes and got into bed. Sleep refused to come easily, and I. Initially, our letters were frequent then as time passed by, I think, distance drew us apart. Back in Delhi, after my assignment, I visited he residence only to know that her father died and the family left for an unknown destination.Back from the memory lane, her sweet husky voice reminded me of the lavender perfume she used to wear and the shrill pitch of her excitement as my manhood rammed her tight pussy, till I left it sore. It’s only after I met her that I realized that only a bull like. Soon I could sense where Jenna was going with this and happily decided to make it a little easier for her. The next time she got up to pee, I dumped 2 beers down the wet bar sink and put the empties in the pile of beers that I'd drunk so she'd think I drank more than I really did. As she emerged from the bath, I said, 'Oh, man Jen; I don't think I can watch that other movie. I'm pretty trashed. No more beers for me.''AW! Bullshit, Andy! You said we'd stay in and party so that's what you're. She grasped my hand and looked panic stricken for a moment but once again the soothing voice and presence of Susie was there to stroke her hand and melt her inhibitions so that I could remove the final flimsy defence. Emily had the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. Her wispy golden muff barely covered her prominent labia that were unfurling like the petals of a flower covered in morning dew. The heady scent of her sex was strong as I gently parted the rose pink outer lips and slowly stroked my.