I don’t know if I have ever been as consumed by lust as I was that Sunday afternoon. It was a hot, humid day, overcast, about 80
She had the most beautiful face, the biggest smile, a voice for phone sex, a large nose, and a lovely laugh. Her skin was pale, her arms thin, her hips wide, child bearing thighs. She wore this white crocheted halter top, tied around her neck and back like a bikini t...