The women reading this should remember to ask that special, hard someone to tell them about it the next time they get hard. That fantasy life is most ...influenced by females he is close to which would be mothers or sisters or neighbors. In the case of Dick Hart, his fantasy life was built around his mother, his blonde mother to be exact. Now imagine a young boy going through puberty with mother that is drop dead, high end centerfold quality beautiful but as dumb as a box of rocks. No, that isn't. " Then she added, "but I tell her it's none of her business."Mama leaned over and covered Cressida's hand with her own, her other hand she placed on her own heart and Cressida immediately burst into tears.At that moment there was a sound like gunfire which echoed down the brick canyon of the alleyway.Cressida jumped, and Phedra laughed."It's Papa," she said, "he's parking his car!"Indeed it was Phedra's father, handsome, strong, a mass of curly black hair, a gigantic moustache and the same. Nina placed her briefcase on the table and waited for me to sit. “I have a resume if you would like to see it, Mr. Williams.” “Yes, please.” I replied. Her English sounded American rather than Australian. She produced the resume which I looked over carefully. She majored in business which I asked about. “I wanted to work for one of the big foreign corporation which have interests here. I thought business would be the best thing to major in.” “Isn’t that unusual for an Indonesian woman?” “It. Let me see.” “Nooooo,” I responded. “Come on. Let me see them.” “If you tell anyone I’ll...” I started to say but Mark interrupted. “I’m not going to tell anyone. Just show me.” I turned around and pulled up half of my bikini top. I cupped my breast so only my nipple was showing and I turned back around. “Ta-da” “You’re fucking kidding me. That’s hot,” Mark exclaimed. “Do they hurt?” “No. Once they heal you don’t even know they’re there. Look.” I said as I uncovered my breast and.