The second mostly likely winner was Faye, also very strong with some previous strip-fight experience. Unlike Carla, Faye was not unbeaten before the O...lympics, but her record was a very respectable 24 wins two losses. Faye was smaller than Carla but still lean, skinny actually, athletic and tight. But Faye's biggest asset was her skin. It was clean and clear and blemish free. Her second biggest assets were her perfectly shaped, all natural, D cup breasts with youthful, puffy areolae. Any plastic. I reach out and trace his face with my fingers. I want to remember this. Our lips meet and electricity courses through my body. I wrap my arms around him and pull him to me, the need to be as close to him as possible overtaking me. I caress his neck and murmur how much I've wanted him. He kisses me hard, pulling me tighter to him. I feel the passion in him and I want it all. He places his hands on my shoulders and begins to pull up my t-shirt. I'm fumbling with his belt – I can feel his hard. You remember? But the highlight of that trip for me was the time we made out inside a hollow baobab tree. Do you still remember that? We parked the car to go for a walk, of course we were horny as usual on that trip. As soon as we were out of the car we kissed, a long lingering kiss, our pelvises pressed together, the heat already there. You could feel me hardening against you. Holding hands we walked off along the river bank just up from the flowing waters of the river. African wildlife was. I lay there quietly, feeling a bit guilty that my mind was laced with images of those guys playing basketball. The next week I did my usual workout but finished just as the guy finished their game. Moving past me on their way into the locker room I caught their scent. My cock jumped in my sweats as they brushed against me. "You like the game?" A deep male voice rang out behind me."What?" I weakly asked. "You have been watching us pretty hard the last few weeks." I turned to look into the.