Lisa is a true redhead and I’ve dated some redheads in my life. To a woman, they were wild and insatiable. I’ve always said that there’s a “fu...n” gene that goes along with the hair color. Lisa turned out to be a credit to her raven haired sorority sisters. After about a week of e-mails back and forth, Lisa and I agreed to meet face to face. We met at a little wine bar near both our homes on a hot Saturday afternoon. I was sitting at the bar when she walked in. It’s hard to miss a redhead so I. They were around the same size as my wifes, or seemed to be. They looked like she didn't need a bra, they seemed so pert that they would not drop due to gravity at all. I found myself feeling lucky that I was on holiday with these women, all of who had amazing breasts with Helens being the largest but Charlottes being the most pert and the emitome of perfect. I had to say though as I glanced across at my wifes chest, that her breasts were also really nice. The rest of the day was spent swimming. Also klingelte einer der Bauarbeiter bei mir, schilderte die Situation und bat, bei mir auffüllen zu können.Für mich stand es außer Frage nicht zu helfen, also bat ich ihn mit einer Handbewegung herein und zeigte zur Tür neben mir, zum Bad. Er verschwand, füllte den Eimer, kam wieder, bedankte sich mit einem breiten Lächeln und ging wieder. Später am Tag, als ich selbst ins Bad musste, blieb mir kurz das Herz stehen. Da stand mein knapp 20cm großer Gummidildo noch auf dem Badewannenrand. Wenn. I told her that I understood…but it was VERY special to me. I told her that I had never been with such a sweet woman before…especially one as beautiful as she was. She smiled but still looked guilty. After that, we passed a few times and waved. And when we did talk, we talked about things totally unrelated to what we did that night. It was almost a month later when I was watching television that I heard the knock on the door. Jessica stood there and asked if I wanted company watching TV. I said.