Just then Skip and his wife appeared. She was wearing a blouse tied together under her opulent tits, a school girl tartan pleated mini skirt, nylons w...th her garter straps showing and black combat boots. Her hair was shaved on one side and the other side was shaped into a mohawk; the shaved side sported a spiderweb tattoo. She had metal studs in her eyebrows, ears, nose and lips. But despite the metal grunge look, she was very pretty believe it or not, and she had a smoking hot body; nice sized. Despite my knowledge that this feeling could never be bottled and kept, I still found myself looking for it time and time again, but she never returned. I found myself then, looking for her. Checking the bars, the pubs. The alleyways. Hooked like a junkie. I won't go into all the women. Honestly, I doubt if I could. Not all of their chapters in my life are really worth remembering. Isabelle was next, probably the most memorable after my dancing girl. It was another late night, I was in a new. I moved down the bed and sucked her nipple in to my mouth while making eye contact with my wife still sucking the other nipple. I kept sucking for some time while feeling around her pussy as her legs parted more and more.Now it was time to see to her pussy as I kissed over her slightly round tummy and in to her bush. I buried my head between her legs and slipped my tongue along her lips, I heard another sigh and a slight lift of her pussy in to my face.I moved on to my knees down the side of. Allof the incidents are real. Some of the names have beenchanged at the request of those involved.We begin with the first full day of the project, a Mondayin late September...9/24/01I bashed my left breast up against the side of my chair asI sat down to write this. Right now, I suppose the womenare wincing, the men are looking at them incredulously, andI just hope there's no real damage. My breasts don't feelanything, neither the sharp pain of a chair back, nor thesoft, sensual, fulfilling pull.