The real problem wasn't the size of her tits, it was the fact that I wasn't getting much else. We'd been going out for nearly two months and I'd got n...owhere. Yes she'd let me feel her tits and eventually I'd managed to slip my hand inside her knickers, but that was very strictly rationed.The worst part of it was that she didn't really seem interested. On the rare occasions that I got to touch her pussy she didn't give much sign of being aroused. She didn't get very wet and there was no heavy. I’ve been thinking about it all day. If I can’t have the real thing, then I want a picture. Send me one now, and I promise I’ll leave you alone until tomorrow.” “And if I don’t?” “Then your dick won’t be the only thing up all night,” she said, laughing. “Okay, okay. Although I’ve never really done this before.” “It’s easy,” she said, with more giggling. Then, in her best Lauren Bacall, she said, “You know how to take a picture, don’t you, Britt? You just point it, and click.” We both. Numbered percentages slowly counted up, as a colored bar slowly went from blue to a growing red, and the word ‘Loading’ flashed underneath. …15%…16%… ‘It’s been way to long since I’ve studied this particular file. I’ll probably have to do a lot of updating.’ …25%…26%… ‘It’s interesting. No matter how often I have studied this file, I still find and learn from my former mistakes, some of which I had forgotten about. This to me is sort of similar to looking at an old family photo album.’. Aise hi jab bht der tak unka dudh peeta raha fir main unki naabhi ki chusne laga kya kamaal ki nabhi thi, majaa hi aa gaya. Lag raha tha isi man apna lund daal kar saara paani gira du. Ab tak wo bhi apna paani nikaal chuki thi aur kah rahi thi meri jaan aur naa tadpao plz ab to chod do mujhe lkn mujhe to abhi aur masti karni thi.Ek bin maanga pravachan, dosto chudaai sirf chut me lund daalna nahi balki ek dusre ke sareer ke har ang ko mahsus karna chumna chuna sahlana bhi hai. Wapas hamari.