" But that's behind you now," said Bridget. "And you know better thananyone it was just boys being boys I guess." I do, but boys can be assholes, and ...ow I'm going to pose for everypicture, flirt and leave my lipstick on a few cheeks, because eventuallythey'll realize who they just emptied their balls sacks lusting to,"Chuckled Paula. "And I'll make sure I post those shots everywhere, solike it or not those pics will be on the net of those big hunks next tothis former player permanently." Oh,. She sat down and waited for his flight to arrive - waited and prayed for him to find it in his heart to return her love.What can I do to make you love me?What can I do to make you care?What can I say to make you feel this?What can I do to get you there?He sat in the seat of the aircraft, thinking about her. He knew she would be there in the airport to meet him. She was always there when he came back. In a way, he came back home to her. But she had always distanced herself, not shown any. She started dancing and it was quite obviousthat her large boobs were not encased in a bra. Shequickly lost the shirt and let the audience see heroversize chest jiggle every time she moved, her hugenipples sticking out like dustbin lids. The leathermini skirt quickly followed the shirt onto the floor,causing the watching hoards to gasp as they saw herclad in a tiny pair of red panties, stockings andheels.The club manager then brought on a chair which Suecarefully sat on, keeping her knees. I stared. I had never seen a hairless pussy before."I read that strippers in Las Vegas were shaving," she said. "I shaved it this afternoon, hoping tonight would finally be the night. Do you like it?" So sexy," It's all yours now", she said drawing my eyes back to her smile, "It's your turn to make me cum."I sank to my knees beside the bed and inhaled deeply the heady smell of her sex. When I touched the pointed tip of my tongue to her hooded button her body jumped. She jumped the second time.