"I love her nipples." She gets teased a lot for being flat chested," Lauren admits. "Girls and guys can be so fucking cruel," she declares. I listen t...o her voice raise with indignant passion as she continues. "Her mom is even thinking of getting her implants to help her with her self-image. Do you believe that?" That's crazy," I admit. "Her breasts are awesome, but we're getting off topic." I know, I just wanted you to see how important this is to Kristina. Don't say anything about the. Instead, I used one index finger rubbing her up and down slowly and firmly. When I finished the right side, I moved around the table to duplicate the motions on her left.The 'Harp Player' thing I did standing also, left side then right. When I'd almost finished her right side, she sat up, hooked me about the neck with her arm, and drew me face to face with her. Her eyes had that now familiar lusty MacArthur look to them, kissing me deeply.I stood there enjoying it, what can I say? Her passion. She is her best friend, it's fine for her to call me a wanker, right?New fuzzy memories began to take place in Lisa's mind. Memories that should be never happened in her real life, but her brain tried to fill the gaps with fake memories to justify her new belief. The memories associated with the word 'wanker' and how it became her nicknames. She remembered that she was addicted to watching porn, and her friend had caught her watch it when she tried to jill herself. Thus the nickname Lisa Wanker. Denver is unusual. The mountains do block the sun but the evening is very long. She slowly realized that I had let her asleep for hours.“You are a natural. Where did we go?”I reached in the door pocket and took out the chart. I realize it’s a map, but pilots call maps charts. I showed her the pencil lines and the airfields I did touch and goes ... and I do mean touch. A bare skim and outta there.“Fourteen? You landed 14 times?”“No ... I landed once ... over here ... for fuel.”“But...” her eyes.