Mazaki and I were returning from a last minute meeting — a happy event, we had purchased the Korean factory that previously produced MGCo's product ...line exclusively — when I called Bakura for a status update."Nothing interesting over all. You've been assigned to a group project for Sociology, the subject is to compare and contrast two cultural groups. Apparently the groups were assigned last semester for another project so you've been added to a group that's worked together before." Fine.. The fact that I held a loaded pistol on them, and Grandpa and the original guard backed me up with big ol’ Greeners, both barrels cocked, and wearing evil grins, might have influenced them a little, too… Some at the rear had already started to wander away slowly, but those at the front who could see and hear me clearly, now turned quickly and hustled away. In their rush to get away from a foaming-at-the-mouth deputy, and a maniacal shotgun-wielding Grandpa, they pushed their slower fellows. Now, I was at my wits’ end. How can I apply colour on her bosom? As I stood confused, she teased me. “What happened, Ajay? Don’t you feel courage to apply colour on me reciprocally?” I thought my brain was nearer the truth than my mind. She was not all that innocent. She was indirectly encouraging me to apply colour on her bosom. “It is not like that. I would love to do it. But ethics do not permit me to go ahead” I said. “Oh…Ajay, think nothing of it. This particular day is free for all” I was. Phil got up and said "so you are Mr Sykes that Kathy tells me all about, welcome". This was a different Mr Sykes than usual...quiet and shy. Phil said "so you want to see and eat my wife's breasts do you" He smiled and said 'oh yes, if that's ok?" Phil said, "ok she's all yours, off you go". I went and sat on one end of the picnic table and told him to come and take what he wanted. He stepped forward and stood in front of me. I told him to kiss me, which he eagerly did...deeply as I took his.