With strap off her shoulder, his hand returns to hers, and the process repeats itself on her other side. With a swift movement, both hands grab the bo...tom of her shirt, and pull it up over her head. Once again, her arms rise to help his progress. The air hits her braless breasts, and her nipples pucker up like fingertips after a long soak in a warm bath. His lips back on her neck as his hands slide down her arms, lightly tickling her arm pits, before continuing down her side, to slide across. "I don't think this is going anywhere", you said to yourself. Trying to remember the word for name in their language, you said "Byough" and pointed to yourself and said "Eric". They both understood you and said " Byoojh, Erac". Finally making progress you said " yes! Byoojh Eric!" pointing to yourself. You pointed at them and said "byoojh?" The older girl pointed to herself and said "byoojh, Nakiti". The younger girl pointed to herself and said "byoojh, Nyajih". "Nakiti and Nyajih" you. " And you take up a lot of space. Lose the shirt, big guy." She snarked back. Kim held the shirt like it was the Stanley Cup. The next on deck were Mary and Cam.The tiny girls squirmed themselves into a squealing knot. "Don't step on my gown!" Cam protested."I can't see your gown because your tit's in my eye." Mary answered and then licked Cam's nipple. "Next time, we get flavored oil. Baby oil doesn't taste that good."Cam slipped down when Mary bit down a little. They lasted ten spins. Cam. .. )Bless his shart, Ronald did all he could to lose. The Poles were against him. But then, Erection Night, and ... HE WON!“The dumb hick!” “So STUPID!” “What they have done to me?!” Stelania thought, as she wept, knowing she’d have a job for the first time in years, and not a job where she’d lie on her back or just have pictures taken of her.Well, she’d have plenty of pictures taken, but not when SHE wanted! And she’d have to say things! Speak! To people! In English, dammit, what the fuck! She.