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Imagine to my surprise she had a Jamaican accent! We both laugh at her remark. I extend my hand and we introduce ourselves to one another. Her name is Wendy. facial As we chat waiting for the train to arrive I just was in awe of her complexion. Her skin reminded me of a porcelain doll. It was simply perfect. No blemishes, no wrinkles and no scars. Amazing, I thought. Also, she was dressed to impress which you guys know I like. She had on a beige fur collar coat, black crew neck sweater, black skin-tight pants, black leather over the knee boots accented with her black leather tote bag. Definite keeper! The train finally arrived and we found seats next to each other so we can continue talking. Just as we sat down I handed her my phone. Wendy looked at it, saw her name with an empty contact number and asked, “When did you find time to do that?” I replied with a sly grin and a wink, “It was magic.” She stuck her tongue out at me and giggled but proceeded to enter her number. “You're lucky I like you” she responded. Wendy handed me back the phone and I said, “Yes, I did feel lucky today.” She giggled once again and lightly shoved my shoulder. It was definite chemistry between us . We had playful banter and we would touch periodically; either she would touch my shoulder or arm if I said something funny or I would lightly slap her hand if she did. The one thing I did in which I knew we were going to fuck was as she was talking about her plans for the rest of the day and a piece of her hair came across her face. I gently removed it by putting it behind her ear while keeping eye contact with her. Wendy smiled coyly and said, “You are definitely trouble mister.” Smiling, I replied, “I was just helping.” She gave me the look of nigga please but just responded, “Mhmmm.” As we talked and flirted on our train ride I came to find out that Ms. Wendy Su is 25 years old (Thank God) and is a Fashion Assistant for Vogue magazine. No wonder she looked like a model bigtits and dressed flawlessly. She comes from Korean descent but was born and raised in a small town in Jamaica called Oracabessa. I questioned her on how her mom and dad came to arrive in Jamaica and she let me know that they vacationed there and loved the culture so much that they moved permanently within 2 months of going back home to New Jersey and never left. That was 27 years ago. Her father is a chef for one of the top rank resorts in Jamaica called GoldenEye and her mother is graphic design artist for a web company called Singer. “I knew there was a reason I liked you! Beautiful Jamaican girl was the first thing that ran through my head when I saw you” I quipped. squirts of cum going right down her throat and she sucks up ever “Edit! We pull into the courtyard of the Chateau. The hatch looks strong enough that it would need a bulldozer to force it, and only a combination keypad permits entry. Dusk became evening as the various family members began packing up and her parent's driveway and bigtits front yard no longer resembled a parking lot. Could she read my thoughts? “Umm… Emma” Deb looked underneath the horse where she noticed two padded rails. For that is what the Eleventh Elevation is. Being able to use all ten Elevations without having to summon them apart from facial each other like I have to. For the next year while I worked there she continued to date other guys but was in no hurry at all to be fucked because she would come to my office at least three times a week for a serious romp with love juices running all over the place.
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