During my one week stay at her home just after marriage, I circled around her and crossed her path as much as I can. My eyes got always fixed on her m...bile milk packet boobs. I secretly admired and measured its size with my eyes. I felt her blouse is straining from constraining her heavy boobs and that it might tear open any time soon. The first real chance of admiring her boobs in close quarters occurred when she was serving food on the table. She was standing by my right side and serving food. " You agree to that. The waitress tells you where to go for your tickets and you both set out. You've made your way to the beach and walk into a small white tent the same as you've seen all over the island."Good afternoon," a small white man says from behind the counter. He isn't very tall, but he is built. He doesn't have bodybuilding muscles, but his muscles are the type earned from hard manual labor. His dark hair falls to his shoulders in uneven lengths like he hasn't seen an actual barber. He would have sworn that his faceshrank some also. When it was done, there was no way anyone wouldmistake his face for a man's. But something about the lovely visagedidn't look right. Andrew scanned the counter and found some blush andapplied it. That gave his cheekbones some definition and completed thepackage.Looking at his new face, Andrew thought, "If I didn't know it was me, Iwould want to have those lips suck my dick. Well, if I had a dick I'dwant it sucked by my lips." A giggling. Lady.” It was over quickly after it had began. Rachel pounced onto him, pushing his shoulders and than his hands away in attempt to get a clear swipe of her paint brush at his face. She sat on his chest with a leg on each side of him and succeeded within seconds, however Cale had swatted the brush out of her hands the moment it touched his nose. The handle hit with a donk on the TV screen and landed the floor. “Bitch.” Cale uttered. “What did you just say, little boy?” Rachel asked, now.