" His eyes go a bit wide. The porter stammers nervously beside us."Watch yo' mouth or Ima make you watch mine the rest uh the trip." I lean closer and...whisper - I think I whisper - "I'll eat Beth. Shit, I'll eat the porter an' not let you have uh bit. Jus' watch. You want me ta do that?"He swallows hard. "No, Sir."I let him go. He tries to recover some dignity but I could see he's rock hard. I look at the porter who's stunned, "Well, go on."The poor man double steps us to the suite. I open the. But she wasn’t looking at it, rather she was looking at the bag if I was able to reach it or not. I was dumbstruck what to do next. She asked me to do it fast. I brought back my senses and caught hold of it and dropped it on the floor.The next few seconds were experienced slowly, very slowly in my mind. She dropped me slowly to the floor. I could sense my thighs brushing against her soft, plump, non-saggy boobs, her flat tummy and my chest pressing her boobs again. It ran very slowly in my. While friends about me came with abounding stories of their exploits with girls and women, I had little to show other than my fascination for their stories, which was followed my instant contempt. I had turned 21 and was earning a decent salary for those days and yet I had no girl in sight. A fortuitous encounter, thanks to a friend of mine resulted in I and he sharing a hotel room with 2 aunties who had travelled 5 hrs to meet him(one of them was his chat friend). I joined them and I had my. I was back home in time for me to wash up for lunch. Mom kept telling Millie that I was probably the best hunter in the family and always brought game home. I didn't disagree with her, but she was forgetting the many times I came back empty-handed when I went out for rabbit or quail.When I told Mom about the wild turkey, she thought that would be a great Sunday meal, but also reminded me that we were going to have a feast of dove breast this coming Sunday, when Summer and Bradley would come by.