And I can see her smiling face.And it fades into inky darkness.Chapter 2The slow return of awareness.My nose, and my lips are pressed against the hard... cold tiled kitchenfloor.I can't be dead. I'm way too sore for that. I ache all over.I lie there for a moment. Face planted. To make sure I'm breathing morethan anything.And as I breathe in, and my expanding chest forces backwards off theground, I experience the first indication, the first sensation, thatsomething is wrong.Well, of course it's. She played around, pointing her feet upwards for a while, tweaking stray hairs back where they belonged, and adjusting the comb. She let one hand fall as if accidentally onto her lap, where the fingers ended up between her knees: after a moment or two, I noticed she was lightly caressing the inside of one leg, and allowing the other to fall open slightly.We had travelled some distance while my observations and interest in her must have become increasingly obvious, and suddenly I realised she. She also wantedbuoyancy in her man's bottom, but not at the cost of firmness. A small,tight pair of ass cheeks that were shapely without being feminine werewhat she looked for in a man, as she discretely ogled their rear endsthrough their jeans.When she spied a likely bottom, she'd drop the proverbial hanky, andwhen her Prince Charming retrieved it for her, she'd thank him with asmile and a pat on the butt. The latter gesture was more than a littleforward, she knew, but no man had ever. Her assets are worth dying for.Whenever I go out with her, I can see people staring with their lustful eyes at her huge 34-size breasts and jiggling 38-inch ass. Personally, I like it when people look at her with a look as though they would jump on her if she asked them to. Coming to the story. This happened when we both went to South Africa for a vacation in 2019. Our family members don’t know about our relationship, so we faked the vacation by saying our office was sending us for official.