The fact that she never wore a bra or panties at home left him consistently hard whenever this big titted, slim teen was letting her assets bounce eve...y which way. Thankfully, it was a common occurrence. Lance had cum to fantasies of her more times than he could count.Whatever she had come out to his place for was less important than her cellphone, and she was hunched over it busily scrolling through some social media or another. Thank god for the bad posture that left her leaning slightly over. The movie was totally forgotten now, as were any con- cerns that someone else might oversee. Wendy fumbled for the clasp of her shorts, releasing them faster than she’d thought possible. The kneeling girl ripped the cutoffs away, pulling Wendy’s panties with them. Lean- ing back in her seat, Wendy thrust her legs over the back of the chair before her. The dark-haired girl’s face immediately smothered Wendy’s dripping cunt, lick- ing and sucking at the engorged lips. And then one day I had a revelation. I suddenly knew that I had one way to get his attention.I am an amateur photographer. I love taking nude photos of myself. I would take them often for my ex-husband and surprise him with them in emails. He had always told me that I had an ass to die for. And I had caught other men's eyes on my ass many times. So I knew that I would use my greatest ass-et to catch the attention of Mr. Turkey Club.That day, I watched him cross the street as usual. He ordered. It may not be well known, but there remains in South Korea, some 50 years after the war, more than 30,000 military personnel, all of them needing some R & R whenever they can get well deserved leave from their duties. It was years after the fighting finished that I lucked into a cushy job managing a newly opened Officer’s Leave Centre in Seoul. Less than a week on the job, my Korean secretary announced a ‘business woman’ wanting to see me. I had been plagued with civilian Koreans wanting.