He even included my voice in several of his tracks. I'm flattered, but also pissed... why now? After so long, why is he dredging all of this up? Is he... doing this just to fuck with me?Well, it's working. After nearly an hour of his songs taking me for a ride on an emotional roller coaster, I miss him. I miss his raspy voice, his mop of curly hair, the smell of his Gucci cologne. I miss sipping coffees at the Beachwood Cafe, taking bubble baths together in my giant tub, discussing the books we've. I loved it. He pulled my hips back and my breasts rubbed against the cold wall, making my nipples even harder than they were before. With my cheek against he wall, Julian grabbed my hips and guided his cock back inside me. With one thrust he entered deep and hard. I let out a moan and tried to push myself back slightly. It was no use. As soon as he began to thrust, that huge cock made my arms and legs weak and I ended up resting my forehead on the wall. He slid his cock all the way out and all. Susan came in the kitchen and said, "I see that you're almost done with the dishes." Yes," Denise said dunking the pot into the hot water."Good. We'll spend a little time this morning getting ready and head out to the mall to be there when the stores open," Susan said. She fully expected to spend a good six or seven hours shopping."Great," Denise replied. She figured that they would get done in an hour or two and be home in time for lunch."I need to pick up an outfit or two for myself," Susan. I reached out and ran his fingers through the mane, smelling of unfamiliar perfume. Margo understood my gesture in his own way, as if I was urging her. She sighed, she wanted me to tease a little, put his hands my hips, putting his palms under the buttocks. The palms were still wet, they lifted me, holding on to the weight. I bent at the knees. It didn’t occur to me that she was going to do, and suddenly her tongue slid down to my loins. She teased me, barely touching the flesh distraught,.