There's a tightly woven deep red rug on top of a dark hardwood floorbeneath my feet, a credenza made of driftwood to my right. I pick asmall set of k...eys out of a bowl on top of the credenza, and I slip theminto a bag at my waist... and... I see there's a phone next to thebowl, and there's a number blinking on its screen. I push a button onthe phone, and a message plays."...Uh, hi," a squeaky voice says. "It's, uh... it's Brianna..."I think, Brianna?...Oh, yeah. Brianna. I grin."Hey, uh.... This incident dates back a few years when I was still in college. Back then, I was dating my then-girlfriend Surbhi.Surbhi was a lovely girl, very homely but adventurous at the same time and surprisingly, despite her strict upbringing, was always up for one thing which I enjoyed the most – public affection.Surbhi was my age, and had the body type I relish – curvy and firm. She was about 5’6’’ which made her pretty tall by Indian standards and exactly the kind of physical attributes I loved in a. With one hand he cupped the fullness of her breast through her dress. Jen shifted James's sporran so she could get her hand between his aprons easier. This did not produce the desired effect, so she then slid onto her knees and unfastened the sporran and proceeded to unbuckle the straps on James's kilt and let it drop to the floor. Jen then took James's cock into her hand and began to tongue his balls. A bit of pre-cum began to ooze from his tip and she lapped it up like a sweet she had been. . resting," Cherrill said, grinning to herself and mildly blushing."Well, you look," Frank stepped back, boldly appreciating Cherrill's bare, curvy figure, "fantastic, as usual. Are you going to offer those lovely tits at one of the shooting galleries?"He was referring to several galleries where machine gun pistols were used to shoot pellets into a Goddess' breast to see if they could completely obliterate her nipple. The little machine guns held a hundred pellets. If you won, you got to fuck.