Heather wasn't any porcelain figurine. Her life had been filled with hard work and she was quite strong, but these doors were so heavy that she doubte... any human being could move them.There were more books on the shelves than she'd ever seen. There were literally dozens of books. At least half were writing in her language, others seemed to be squiggles and scribbles, one appeared to be nothing but dots. A large mural was painted on a section of wall. It was a map of a strange world. She didn't. I'd like to try that." Okay, you can." I'll save that until later, okay. What size do you say your boobs are?" Well, I have to have my bras specially made and they are sixty-four triple M." Sixty-four triple M. Wow! That is big. Now how about showing us your ass, sweetie."Without batting an eye, she pushed her skirt and panties down and I got a flash of brown curly pubic hair over her pussy just as she was turning to show her ass to me. She was big, as I knew she would be, a real broad but she. A few quick strokes and I could have ejaculated but I refrained from doing this, knowing the much greater pleasures in store for both of us if I waited. For about three minutes she stayed like that, unmoving except for a few twitches. Even the twitches caused my cock to throb more. My pubic hair was soaked from all the pussy juices, and I regretted the loss of what I knew to be a delicious treat. She knew it too. She lifted herself off me and her pussy pulled free of my cock with a slurping. " I agreed. "No use putting it off. Why don't you call your parents now? Set something up for tonight, and we'll get it over with."She gave me a sweet little look, but I could see in her eyes that she'd just checked off another box on her mental list. How is it that most women can't read a road map, and yet they're like Napoleon when it comes to planning out the most intricate details of a campaign to capture the men they love? It must be something they're born with because, even at eighteen,.