En fin con el tiempo desarrolle cierta confianza con Bibiana pero jamás tocaba ningún tema de tipo sexual o erótico, y cada vez que podía me la qu...edaba mirando y soñaba como seria chuparle ese par de tetas y llenarle el coño de leche, pero de mi imaginación no pasaba . Paso el tiempo y decidí que Tatiana era buena mujer y le propuse matrimonio , ella acepto y bueno se empezó todo el jaleo, 2 semanas antes de mi boda , Bibiana y otra compañera ( que por cierto me la había culiado un par de veces. “I am indeed,” I replied.He excused himself to go get another bottle. Carol cameback and sat back down.“Well, he’s quite a dancer,” I said.“He’s ok,” she said. She wasn’t looking at me. Then shelooked up and smiled, “Ok, he’s a very good dancer.”“So dance again if you want. We have no place to go.”Lee came back and asked her if she could handle onemore. This time she didn’t hesitate at all and off theywent. They danced for another thirty minutes, fastsongs, slow songs, moving together like. The king found himself suddenly swarmed in lashing beasts, their black claws swiping and lunging, and were it not for the Eggs Dozen he would surely be dead. It was likely this very thing that saturated his pants so thoroughly in urine as he yelped and began to cower, but it was now that the might of his new minions finally showed itself.Each of the Eggs Dozen had a perfectly rounded, egg-shaped human head, completely free of any hair and flawless of blemishes and wrinkles, their faces a. Nothing mattered except the fact that my eyes met hers.The meeting dragged on; past dinner, and into the evening. Eventually, it became evident that we weren't going to make it home, and the team leader declared it time for a couple of beers and available lounges at his place. After a fabulous day's work, the beers went down easy.The lounges were a different story. Well; actually; turns out it was a lounge, singular. It didn't take much to agree that we were professionals, and it wouldn't.