"I want to see your tits," I tell her as I reach out and gently massage her breasts. They feel so nice in my hands.She reaches her free hand behind he...r and unties her bikini and takes it off. There in front of me is the most amazing set of tits I have ever seen. They are the perfect shape, size and pert. I reach out to touch them and they feel even better then before. I take her tiny nipples in between my index finger and thumb and give them a bit of a squeeze and twist. I hear a moan escape. Having learnt the value of acting things out in my head, I let a miniature version of me loose inside my skull to act out the exact moves I would do when someone came through the door – push forward with my legs, take my weight on my left hand, lunge forward and then up with my right hand, pull back and lunge again. I even acted it out for real a couple of times – except I did it kind of slower.I waited. I stared at the door and waited. It was like I was in a dark tunnel – looking out of the. "Mimi... the girl I just interviewed." Oh, great... !" An edge of jealousy didn't escape Ed's practiced instincts. "Carrie turned then. "You got the hots for her, don't you? I don't understand... she's not your type at all... so innocent." Oh yeah, maybe she's a little too country, but baby, those tits! Jesus, she's got a pair of knockers on her that won't quit!" He took a deep sip of his beer. "Besides," he started decisively, "we need some new blood around here. Something to liven the place. " OK," I told her, flexing my dick against her stomach. "Meanwhile, you have some unfinished business." She smiled at me, gave me a last kiss, then slithered down to pleasure my cock. She looked me right in the eye as she lowered her lips nearly to the base of my cock. She had to break eye contact as she worked the last inch into her throat, but when she was done she looked back up at me with a smile stretched around my cock. Then she got down to business, and within a few minutes she was.