"Or just big boned," she said, a little caustically."Or just beautiful," I said. I could have gone on, had it been polite, to describe all the other t...ings that attracted me-- large, high breasts which jutted out heroically; rounded bubble butt, a little broad and soft by model standards, breathtaking to me in tight jeans as she strolled back and forth through the restaurant that night, the click of her heels on the hard floor; and finally those long, long legs, starting somewhere around my. “You are stunning. You are not beautiful, not even close. You’re stunning. I never understood before what having your breath taken away meant.” His fingers trace over her high cheekbone, down over the hollow of her cheek, over her jaw, his thumb resting on her chin, with his fingers curling under her jaw. Her eyes lower, as she blushes again. “I want to tell you I am not stunning as you call me, for I truly believe that. But with you? I feel beautiful. Alive.” Her full breasts heave in the. ’ ‘Indeed. You said you were a History major, did you not? And you’re a junior?’ ‘Yeah man, that’s right.’ ‘And Romanticism? That has you stumped?’ ‘Yeah man.’ ‘I see. Well then, can you give me an example of romanticism in literature, any literature you like?’ ‘Wow, man, like maybe Jackie Collins? She writes a bunch of that romanticism stuff, right?’ ‘Ah, well, I think I see where you’re coming from, uh, man. Interesting. Don’t quite know what to say right now, so let me think this over, and. It didn't take him long to get undressed. He had a nice dark tan and a cock that was bigger than mine and around nine inches long and big balls. He was completely smooth also.I knew that this was going to be one hell of an afternoon.Mom and Captain Ron were talking and Ashley joined Vicky and myself.I could hear mom telling Captain Ron about the trip and that she wanted us to have a lot of fun while on vacation.Captain Ron told my mom that he lost his wife a year or so ago and loved his.