5” height, great juggling boobs, maybe 36 “, fully grown, nice long legs, clean smooth skin as silk, juicy lips just perfect to be sucked, big eye... and a fantastic ass.Every time the cricket ball was hit to a boundary my eyes would remain glued to her flesh balls. Admiring the way they juggled and moved up and down inside that loose top. I wish I could just lift her shirt and feel them with my hands and mouth. Just gobble them in my mouth and squeeze the milk out of them.She was aware that I. "I could have subdued him less ... forcefully and still been sure of implementing my plan, but he was going to be a detriment to the entire mission. And, well, I was angry." I don't blame you, sweetheart," she said. "If the situations had been reversed, if it had been you and Meier stuck in that damn hole in the ground and me up there, I don't know what I would have done when he wouldn't even listen, but it sure would have been something my dad wouldn't approve of." Yes," the colonel responded.. I raised my own, nodded, and then we all took a sip of wine. The clinking of the glasses being set back down and the scooting of chairs as everyone sat down seemed to be the signal for the dinner to be served.It seemed that the first speaker at the dinner table was to be Balgruuf. He took pride in recounting the adventures that had happened in Whiterun to me. He positively gleamed with joy in recounting to everyone the capture of the dragon, followed by his release, with me riding off into the. As a matter of reflex, I suppose, I left my car and went after her. Why did I pursue her? How do I know? We go through a lifetime on a track, building something within us that forces out the world, that drives us forward, unendingly forward, and then one day we happen upon a breach in our very armor and we see the world in a fragrant strange new light which leaves us bereft of protective covering and makes us prey to the elements that hound all men. Such a thing can happen to anybody.I went.