To make things worse, I knew how to race horses (none of the side-saddle nonsense, mind you) and was well read than most of my father’s colleagues .... Six years away at the convent had done nothing but to teach me to be a proud social outcast. All in all, I was the reason of the grey streaks in my father’s hair. That was not all though, when I reached the very worrying age of 25, another problem hit home- who was going to marry me? My father could live with a social outcast but to live with an. "So were you going anywhere special" I asked "just off to do a shoot" I justed smiled at her letting her know I knew who she was, "I was really in the mood to its been a few weeks since my last one and im really horny" she said."Well im not one of your male stars but im shaw I could help you with that if your like" I said with a cheeky smile, "wait right there" she said smiling back and headed off to her room. A few minutes later she came out, she was wearing silk bra and matching french. She was getting her insides probed, her toes curled up and she shook her head "oh damn you..fucking" she stammered i had that bed squeaking i pinned her to the bed with her legs up so i could fuck her pussy deeper.the bed began to urk aurk aurk aurka urka as i dig my dick deep in that pussy."uhhhhhh takin that fuckin pussy aren't i?" i asked.”oh my god this is fucking good fucking shit god my ex never screwed me this-" she stammered." this what?” I replied. she closed her eyes "mmmmmmmmm"she. ***The following week was really the best week of my life. We did so much together, and I was really enjoying myself. I didn't think that things could get any better. But one day there was a problem. It was Saturday, and while Sarah was flipping through the channels on the TV to try and find the movie on HBO, which we wanted to watch, she came across ESPN, which was showing the wrap-up of the college football games for the day. As I saw it on the TV, it triggered something inside me. It woke up.