I just didn't know it until this week end. He doesn't appreciate what he could have had. Fuck 'em and leave 'em when it gets interesting seemed to be ...his motto. How about you Jack is that your motto?"He smiled at her, beautiful even when angry and he said, "No Linda, I am happily married, a new son and a great wife. Or at least I will be happy as soon as every thing heals again."She laughed and her ample breasts jiggled nicely. It was clear she wore no bra. Then she said, "Would you like some. .. oh, okay ...Then I open the door to my room and let her in, she soon sees the folder on my bed, sits down and looks at the drawings. She leafs through each page until she finds a drawing that I had made of her with angel wings and going over me who was lying on a bed. When I see that she repairs the drawing, I don't know what to say, and she continued to watch the drawing seriously, which made me even more worried.I sit on the bed and try to explain myself, but before letting me say anything. Never did I know the deep-eyed angel would cum if I tickled her tits in a cowgirl position.I knew her pussy was done. I saw a bottle of moisturizer took some in hand whipped on her ass. Turned her around slid in a finger. She screamed, “ No, not in the ass.” I calmed her and told her, “Maybe today is the day.” I applied some more cream and slid a finger into and expanded a bit. She liked it.I applied some more cream and stretched her ass a bit more. I changed the condom and entered a few inches. I had a very late breakfast than made my way to the river bank. I had no trouble finding the quiet spot from the previous night. There, lying on the wet grass, were five empty Irish whiskey bottles. I carefully picked them up to take home. Who was the mysterious little green man. Surely his fingerprints would be on the bottles, and probably his DNA too. I could see no trace of him on the grass, although there was still a clear indentation where I had been sitting. I continued to ponder the.