“It’s not like you have an innertube hanging here...”“Well...” Gina didn’t know what to make of this. “I have big, fat hooters...”“Y...ah...” Brad sighed. “They’re fucking GREAT!”Gina blinked, unable to make sense of Brad’s responses. “What about my butt?”“What about it?”“It’s big.”“Shut up.” Brad leaned in to work on her neck some more.“I don’t understand! You’re kidding, right?”“Ssshhhh!” Brad took her face in his hands and stopped all talk by kissing her.Meanwhile, Sarah blundered back into. “I don’t mind,” I replied, “though now I’m curious about exactly what you planed on showing me down here.” I gently placed my free hand on her side as she silently guided me forward.The basement was unfinished. A queen-size bed sat in the corner next to a small table and a pile of clothes. Some sunlight was filtering in from a pair of ground-level windows, giving us just enough light to navigate with. She guided me to her bed and spoke, “Here. Sit.”I let go of her hand and gently sat on the. Let me tell you all, this experience of mine is really descriptive and my advice is to all readers who don’t like long stories and directly like to come to the main topic of making out, then this is not the right story for you, probably you should to skip to the next one.I am Rushi, I stay in Nagpur, Maharashtra, I am a regular Indian lad with a height of 5’’11 with an athletic build, I regularly hit gym just to tone my body and I am fit and really active. This fortunate incident happened with. Knowing how committed she was, I decided to quit my job as a firefighter and stay home to look after Sandra. Even though I missed my job and my friends, I never let that bother me, as I had the things I needed most; A family.I said, “It’s alright, Carol. I understand. But honey, make sure that you return in time to spend some time with us. San and I miss you.”“Mom!” Sandra called out in a disappointed voice. “You are always away from home. I want dad and you to come tomorrow.”Carol said, “San,.