Home Sweet Home


She was just walking off of the plane when she looked around and saw him. Her words couldn’t express what she felt at this moment. She has waited long enough to finally see him and now he is right in front of her. She must be dreaming, she thought. He was wearing a scruffy beat up t-shirt and dark washed jeans. In his hands, he was holding a sign that read “Sarah.” She couldn’t help but think of him as her chauffeur, in his sexy suit uniform and the hat, when she started to run to him. “It’s you, it’s really you,” she said while jumping into his arms. “I’m sorry, who are you again?,” he questioned as she slowly backed away. With a grin on his face he told her he was just screwing with her. He held her into his arms, not wanting to let go. He pulled kocaeli escort her away from him and kissed her deeply and passionately. “C’mon, let’s go get your luggage, babe.” “Sounds good to me,” she said with a smile while they walk, “what do you have planned for us today? Going to show me around Canada, all the sights and that beautiful sky you keep going on and on about? I don’t know about you but, I was thinking go back to your place, get changed into something sexy, and maybe go to a nice restaurant? Celebrate my homecoming? After all, wherever you are, is home.” “You must not have gotten enough chatting done on that plane of yours, did you? You are talking my ear off! I’m just messing with you again,” he said once he saw the kocaeli escort bayan expression on her face. “I think your plan sounds perfect and I don’t want you to stop talking. You have an extremely sexy voice and it sounds even better in person than on the phone.” After hearing this, she thought that he was the one for her and that she could stay married to this man. His humor, his sexy voice to match hers, and his body was enough to make her ooze with joy. Speaking of ooze, she thought, she was starting to get a little wet just thinking about his glistening muscles. You could see the outline of them perfectly through his white shirt. Now that’s enough to get any girl wet. They picked up her luggage and swerved through the izmit escort crowds, finally reaching the door. They exited outside, her in front of him so he could get a nice look at her ass. Ahh, he thought, just like the pictures, but even better, in person. And those legs, those legs could make any man pitch a tent. He looked around to make sure no other man was looking at his girl. His girl, he pondered, his… “So where is your car?,” she asked, interrupting his thoughts. “Right there in the front, I made sure I got a good parking spot so we could leave as soon as you got here. There’s so much I want to show you, I thought we’d get a head start.” “Babe, you have the rest of your life to show me all these things. I’m living with you, remember?” “I just want you to have a good welcoming into Canada. There is so much for us here. Together.” He held open the car door for her as she stepped in. They drove for some distance, making small talk to warm up the air and getting used to each other’s company.

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