I followed her, all the while wishing I had not helped her buy the 9mm Beretta I knew she was caring for protection. She threw open the door just as I... caught up to her and there was a scene that I can only describe as coming right from one of those 70's porn novels having such titles as "The Farmers Daughter" and "Cousin's Barnyard Fun".Upon the bed on all fours, complete with pigtails, cut-off denim shorts around one ankle and wearing a pink and white Polka dot halter-top was my not so loving. I put on a little makeup and then pondered on what to wear. Should I dress fully and allow him to peel each layer from me? No, that was too much! I opted for a lacy pair of red knickers and my big, baggy sleep shirt with the poppered front, carefully opened at the chest to show a little bit of boob. I stood in front of the mirror, happy with the result, I said the room, "Yeah, I'd fuck you!"With typical German precision, at 8:15pm, on the dot, there came a gentle knock on the door. Without the. She asked where the massage table was, and Jerry replied that he hadn't purchased one yet, but that he had placed some bath towels on his bed, and that he would like to do the massage there. Beth agreed on the condition that I am there also (This was working better than I had imagined).Jerry and I were mesmerized as my sweetheart removed her top and then casually stepped out of her shorts flashing those sexy satin bra and bikini sting panties. She then lay face down on the bed. Jerry dimmed the. That’s just my implant. It keeps falling out of my breast. The other one, the one that turned hard, is lopsided. I think I need to go for more surgery.’ * * * * * So, here I am, a tall, beautiful, blue-eyed blonde with big tits, the perfect definition of most men’s dream woman. One would think that I’d be happy but I’m not. I’m sad. Not to bore you with the details of my tragic life, suffice to say that my life hasn’t been easy and hasn’t worked out as planned, a gross understatement. You’d.