Curvaceous Blonde Miranda Kelly Takes It From Behind

I ached to reach down and squeeze my erection, but reason prevailed. It was fantastic, during the evenings she would make me what she called ‘French Blondes’, a citrus alcoholic beverage. I don’t know if you’ve ever had a real omelet, but my aunt is a pro. The feeling of hopelessness and emptiness consumed me, eating me alive from the inside. I had no one, and spent day after day in my home, alone. We had extreme highs and lows, fighting almost daily. If she had, she didn’t let on, she smiled at me, and continued out of the room. I got to put my school books down, and spend the summer at my aunts, at my Tante Belle’s. Summer didn’t just give me relief from school work, it gave me a break from my life in the city, and my parents. When the right song came on, she would often swoop me up in dance. One particular evening, she prepared more than one drink and our conversations turned reminiscent.