I met a Hungarian lady, Vicky, on Twitter. She looked like, talked like and walked like an angel. There is a famous saying: "Angels are like diamonds, they can't be made, you have to find them and each one is unique." Well, true to the saying, I found one. The saying says they are unique, Vicky is unique! She is like a devil in vintage attire and nylon stockings, but she's still an angel. The saying says angels can't be made... Oh, untrue… did I ever 'make' her! Our lips touched and we were in Heaven. She tasted so heavenly, and I mean ALL of her tasted that way! I made her do a "Snow Angel"… Her arms flailed above her, her legs opened wide for me, I tasted her, long and sweetly, and I 'made' her... I made her have an orgasm. Vicky turned out to be my "Guardian Angel." Guardian angels love… and take care of their subject. Oh, did she ever take care of me… just as I did for her! I'm in love with an angel, and she is in love with me. Her taste lingers…