Well, it was mid-last year that I saw the number and called up. She picked up, and basically we started from where she left. A little more mature, she was also richer and will hop on the plane in spite of warnings to her that I was seeing someone. She liked the challenged. So I picked up the gorgeous damsel with British accent at the airport few weeks later. We kissed passionately, like 2 years before..she was as beautiful as ever but gentler. But my heart was someone else now.
We got home, I dumped her in the guest room and first she wouldn't let and bingo, we just started screwing. Even though she had a light period going- we screwed our way all night and more. She cried while I fucked about how much she missed me- but I could care less. She was just a pussy.
But she has something special about her, even as I write..she was pretty, she had style but she had a low self esteem and knew how to hide it with feistiness! I also loved the British accent but also the craziness. So one last night we were going out, and she told me she was leaving for good..2 years after we last saw, we knew this may be it. She predicted I will marry whom I was seeing, and that I just needed to stop calling. So went out.
She was dressed in a short,white outfit like a whore. We went to this new large four dance floor club and we danced away. Into the car, I fingered her as we head to a strip club as she gave me a nice blow job. On getting to the club, I bought her couple of dances and I took some privately. One of the dancers will give me her number and off I was fucking that one about a week later (PS: A stripper that won't fuck on the first date..one pretty one, but shitty fucker).
After the night, I took my ex home and fucked her brains out while she dripped tears. This and the day I came from work to a nice doggy stand in memory for this trip. The first bitch I caught on tape fucking, is leaving me for good..but it was worth the treat. BITCH!
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