"Joyce, over here."Joyce looked up and finally separated herself from the mob that was milling around on the basketball court. She moved swiftly towar...d her."Thank God you got here, I was completely lost," Bette said. "One minute in here and that asshole over there already hit on me." Which one would do that in this mess?"Bette looked around and finally spotted the asshole still standing in the same place. "That one; cute but with the worst pickup line that I've ever heard."Joyce finally located. And if I had any girl friends? I said no! Since I had not met any one to my liking! She asked me what kind of girls you like?I said, I like women who are “well” built..I noticed that aunty just smiled (in the rear-view mirror). Then we came to a shop and finished purchases. All the while I tried to stand as close to her as possible and behind her, so that I could touch her ass time and again.I could sense that aunty didn’t mind it at all and was also happy to come close to me. I had a tough. There were so many pretty young ladies over here willing to do just about anything for the American fly boys dying to protect their island. I was a 23 year old six foot tall lanky gentleman from a small town just north of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I graduated from the West Point Air Academy near the top of my class in early 1943. I wasn’t the most dashing looking man but on the other hand I had no problem socializing with the young ladies while on leave in London either. I had dark brown. Armisen could be fucking this girl--maybe from below, as she rode his giant cock. Or maybe on top of her, with one hand around her throat. Or maybe behind, spanking her ass and pulling her hair and slamming her with all his might.“Ungh.” Carson couldn’t help it. He let out a moan, letting the door handle press against his hole, imagining it as the head of Carson’s enormous cock. He brought a hand to his crotch and unzipped his pants, releasing his swollen dick as he stroked himself, imagining.