(she laughed)Me: Ok. (smiled back)Neeta: As you are here now. Help me get changed.Me: How can I help. I don’t know girly stuff.Neeta: I will guide y...u and you can help. However with one condition.Me: What?Neeta: I don’t want you to see me without dress and so I will tie your eyes with a cloth.Me: Ok.She took one cloth and tied around my eyes and guided my hand to take her blouse off. It was tight and so she was struggling to take it off. Then to my surprise, she asked me to unhook her bra.. ”So I do not have a lot of triggers or at least the triggers I have do not send me off to wild extremes. Except one. Some men are breast men. My Keri has great big tits. They are perfectly shaped and hang just the way I like them. When she walks around the house, they swing and sway and jiggle just the way I like breasts to do. Her areola and nipples are my idea of perfect, always pointing ahead and not towards the floor like so many large breasts. A tan line, here or there would be nice, that. “Aren’t you joining us?”, Josie called out, “promise I won’t tickle you anymore”. Sara stood and looked around, turning to look back at the others she said she was just going to go for a walk and that she’d be back soon. She turned and started to walk down the river bank following the river away from their camp. “A good walk to clear my head is what I need”, Sarah said to herself. About 20 minutes down the river she was beginning to get tempted again by the sight of the glistening water. It was. She pressed her ear to the door, but all she could hear was the thudding of her own heart. She teased a curtain aside and looked out. Nothing was there, of course. But there was a place where some branches were swaying, as if something had been there only a moment ago--It was the wind Jess-Belle decided. Surely it was just the wind? None of the other branches were moving, but that didn't mean she couldn't believe it. Still, she double-checked the locks on the doors and all the windows, and only.