“Sampler platter of appetizers?”
Chris nodded at him then at the waitress. He pulled softly and then harder, switching sides, never discriminating in his choice. Indian xxx hd Chris giggled. “I like honesty. That there was an impressive homer.”
Chris smiled. With a fluttering sigh and a tug on her lower lip, Chris slipped under the warm wave of passion. She returned carrying a plate of fresh pastries and two cans of pop, one Diet Coke and a Crush Grape Soda. She woke up two hours later curled in a fetal position on the couch with the phone acting as a long lost stuffed animal in her arms. Christine?”
“Yeah. “Do you have these on tape? “I’ll be wearing a scarlet, sleeveless blouse and a beaten up Yankee’s cap, and I’ll wait by the big fountain in the west end at 1, ok?”
She heard him nod again. You’re calm and at peace…relaxed and comfortable.”
“…”
Chris smiled and whispered into the phone. What happened?”
Derrick shrugged. Favorite song and why?”
“Ummmm.”
“This isn’t another girls/guys thing, is it?”
“No.”
“So what is it?”
Derrick mumbled. She brb’ed and grabbed the phone wondering who in the hell had her new number since she hadn’t given it out.
