When I was growing up, I had a huge crush on my neighbor, Jerri Jergens. She was exquisite, simply the ultimate in beauty and femininity to me. I used every excuse to watch her, even when her husband, David, was there. I just couldn't get enough of her. I had fantasies about her, serious sexual fantasies that occupied my mind night and day. Despite that, I knew deep down that she was way out of my league. She was a good head taller than my 5'5", a trim waist, and D-cup boobs. Her long, raven-black hair came down to her mid-back, ending just above her perfect ass. To accentuate how far out of… 閱讀更多