I was so incredibly overwhelmed. I wanted to yell at her for being late. I wanted to grab her and hold her, kiss her, make mad passionate love to her.... I wanted more than anything just to be with her! I can smell the musky scent of her perfume. I am desperate to just turn around and see her. I would even drop to my knees and prostrate myself before her, passionately kiss her shoes! She closed the door and walked upstairs without saying a word, without acknowledging my existence.“WHAT IN THE. I was wearing a strapless flowy chiffon dress with a gold girdle around the waist that accentuated my curves in the most flattering manner, and oh, the colour of my outfit was peach while everyone else in the room was dressed in either black or white. For a split second I considered rushing to my apartment and changing into one of my basic black, evening dresses. But then I reconsidered and thought what the hell! It’s not often that up-and-coming designers lend me their clothes to wear so I. The other two were our pet names for her pussy and my dick. I wondered what the Kenny name was, her butt, or one of her breasts?"On my dressing table silly. I just got through brushing my hair with it." It took me only a couple of seconds to make the association from what she was saying."Oh. So, you held Kenny in your hand and brushed your hair? I guess that's good. You probably brush your hair at least a few times each day." I do, and I think of you when I'm brushing it too. That's not the. I was flushed by the afternoon's events and headed home and tried and put it out of my mind; as muscular as those legs were, she was so young. Later that evening after my date with my girlfriend Tina I was sitting in my car waiting for the A/C to kick in. After ignoring what had happened earlier today, I pulled out my phone and took a look at the pics. I couldn't take it! There was a folder with no name that had over 100 files in it. I opened it and a bunch of thumbnails loaded. There.