When I returned home on Monday night, there was a third e-mail:
Dream Lover
Somehow your face is in my dreams each night,
And thoughts of you come with each morning’s light. xvideos She thought about it on our date that night, and much more so afterwards. You had in you
A storm of passion that was well-concealed. She was sweet and tight and passionate, and became more so the further we went together and the further I went into her wonderful tunnel of love. A woman’s curse, this damned virginity! I’m not sure what I want to do or when;
I worry that we’ll do things to regret.
