Ms Reynolds
Every morning I would find myself standing at my bedroom window waiting to catch a glimpse of Ms. Reynolds. She was without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on. I could never get enough of staring at her whenever I had the chance. It didn’t matter what she was wearing, what ever it was, was bound to turn me on. In the evenings, she would prepare for her normal run by stretching on her porch wearing the skimpiest work out clothes I have ever seen. Everything always...