"Tom," Craig interjected, "I spent more than a decade working on ways to keep anyone from noticing how many eggs we have in our basket. I went to elab...rate lengths to keep the numbers secure."Fifteen years ago, more or less, the space shuttle Challenger blew up. They'd skimped a few bucks on rubber o-rings; they couldn't handle a frosty morning. They were thinking space pickup truck; forgetting that what it actually is, is an engineering nightmare with a half million moving parts, all supplied. She obviously Wasn,t watching her weight as her appetite was a healthy one then insisted she pay the bill which I eventually accepted after I made her sign my autograph book. Even one smitten fan took pictures first of her next to me then handed the camera to me so I could take one of her next to him. “I noticed a nice looking motel just next door. Why not continue our little chat there?” she suggested as we left the restaurant. “Okay”, We drove our cars the short distance and parked outside. She also couldn't help but notice how wet her underwear was getting as she started stripping off in front of her friend."Well yeah, they're small, but surely you're better off with small natural boobs than having fake stuff stuck in your body," Sarah responded as she looked at Amelia's breasts."That's easy for you to say, you've never had to put up with small ones," Amelia sighed."Even I wear enhancing bras," Sarah said, "I'm not really this big either." "Show me," Amelia said.Sarah hesitated,. I breathe in sharply as your fingers trace down my shoulders, my neck, and across the flesh of my breasts. Though you had no contact with them, my nipples were rock hard from your nearby touch. You lower your mouth to my neck, placing soft, warm, kisses beneath my ears, across the front of my throat, and down across the valley beneath my breasts. Your moves are seamless, this wet warmth that seems to glide across the front of my body. You deliberately pass by my nipples, pressing your mouth.