I’d been on two dates with Abby, but I still wasn’t sure if she was into me.

I’m a blue-collar guy from the Bronx and she was an earthy hippie-type from the Berkshires who wore Birkenstocks and long flowing dresses. But she was a super-cute blonde with big tits. Despite her weird sense of fashion, she oozed sexuality. It made no sense, but I wasn’t trying to figure it out. 

For our third date, I rented a car for us to go upstate to see the leaves change. I was excited when she showed up in a crop top, short shorts, and thigh high socks — she was a fox and her ass looked great. When we kissed a few times in the car, I couldn’t help but think about how to get her out those clothes.

We drove to the country, did some apple picking, then went to a state park. The regular... Leer Más