It was the one with tiny pearl colored balls dangling from it that Michael had bought years earlier for her. He had gotten it for her when they both s...tarted fantasizing about her being a hot wife. He had learned that it was oftentimes used as a symbol of a woman who is a hot wife and she usually only wore it when home. She circled it around her ankle and then hooked the clasp. There, she thought to herself as she stood back up, she was now ready and she felt pretty damn good too. She came out. "Don't be a dick," I sighed and stood up straight pulling a serious face as I looked myself up and down. I guess every kid grows up wanting to look like Tom Cruise but all I could see was a teenage Fred Flinstone staring back at me. Bad hair and all. Thanks, Dad. Awesome genes.I turned to profile, sucked in my gut, puffed out my chest, and held my breath. Alright, that doesn't look so bad. Then I let out a long slow gasp and watched my belly flop forward over the top of my pyjama bottoms. Dude,. “Fuck me Tracy. Fuck me hard and I will squirt. And how we are now I will spray my cunt honey INSIDE you. Make me cum.”“Oh god Christy yes, cum with me, together!”And you rub and push your sex into mine, lifting your head to bite my neck. You want to mark me, you want to leave me something to remind me of this night. You want to give me a love bruise I will not forget and I tilt my head to the side. Wanting it as much as you do.We started making love but now we are rubbing and grinding in a. You can understand why, she is stunning and unfortunately she knows it. Modeling herself after Britney Spears, Annastacia or the myriad of other mass-produced blonde teen singers out there at the moment and as superficial with their music as she seems to be. She shoots you a look and turn back around, fighting the urge to call her a bitch as her friends begin to giggle. You attempt to listen the Mr. Lindbrook for a few minutes before it once again turns into that monotonous buzzing and you.