The white titties were soon thoroughly red welted. James would swingthe strap way back and then bring the well oiled leather as hard as he couldinto N...ikki's massive tit flesh bags. The leather would appear to almost vanishinto the flesh and then it would spring back and Nikki's tits would fly upin the opposite direction, hitting the underside of the table. Unfortunatelyfor Nikki the underside had razor sharp little tacks imbedded and protrudingabout 1/64 th of an inch. The leather would explode. “We don‘t have to fuck up the little white girl.” Krista relaxed for a moment until she heard what Jake said next. “I WANT to fuck the little white girl!” he laughed. Before she could react, Tina grabbed Krista by the hair and swung her to the ground. As she tries to stand, Tina yanked her back down by the hair, forcing the blonde to her knees. “Right where she belongs,” Steve chuckled. “Well what are you waiting for man? Show the bitch your dick.” Jake swaggered over to Krista, eager to have. The guitar acted as a social magnet. I would play at all kinds of places. We, my brother and a friend of ours, even put together a group that played folk/country songs and we performed. That was a great way to meet, you guessed it, GIRLS! I got myself invited to parties so that I could play (every pun intended) there. Through the guitar, I met the following: Amy: Amy was a beautiful girl with absolutely the largest breasts that I had ever encountered. Her nickname? Amy Juggs. Aside from. This vision of beauty lying on the bench, her hat lying on the floor. Her body open to the world. Slowly, deliberately she trailed her hands down her body. Her breasts heaving, her nipples a dark dusky pink matching some of the flowers. Her fingers rolling, pinching, tugging her peaks. Something powerful was driving her. She was biting her lip, her face a picture, that if captured would move any man, or woman. Having led herself so far, her magical fingers danced down her tummy. Her legs.