Her body looked amazing as she bent over and reached into her travel bag. I was treated to a lovely view of her breasts hanging below her and shimmying as she rummaged through the contents. She finally stood, displaying her puffy p***y. She spread her feet apart to give me a show and waited a few seconds before clearing her throat. I looked up to see she was holding an envelope in her hand.
"I wrote this letter for you almost two years ago," she said. "I just couldn't bring myself to actually give it to you. Now, though, I think you should read it."
"Okay," I said simply. I held out my hand, and she handed the envelope to me. This had to be serious, I realized. Her hand was shaking as I took it from her. The envelope had never been properly addressed. On the outside, in her cursive hand,
