And her hair... I just want to wrap it around my fist and… As we raid the collapsing building part of me thinks, fuck that bomb, just drag her into ...ne of these decaying rooms. I know she’d be up for it, she’d let me know in no uncertain terms by rubbing my hard-on while we detonated WW2 warheads in situ. “It’s ok,” she’d said suggestively stroking her thigh, “danger does it to the best of us. Just make sure you find an appropriate outlet.” Despite her constantly ripping out pages from the. You could see all my curves, though nothing but a small amount of cleavage showed. "It looks amazing baby, but why not wear something colorful?" "Because, my color will be my cherry red lipstick, which will match the bottom of my high heels. That's all the color I need. Plus it matches how I feel about having to go to another one of these stupid parties. I don't want to have fun at a job that takes my boyfriend away to different parts of the country for weeks at a time." He sighed. "Well at. If it had been an underage guy trying to get in I bet he would have received a different level of interest. The rules are different for girls.A few guys pretended to browse the racks although it was obvious they were more interested in mentally undressing Cherry and Berry. They were way more attentive than the clerk at the counter even when they were pretending not to be.The place was huge. When the internet had said it was an emporium, I had still expected it to be a glorified hole-in-the-wall. She smiled again as we touched our glasses and took the first sip. She had a beautiful smile.Her name was Lori and she was coming home after 5 exhausting days. After takeoff the cabin lights were dimmed to allow us to sleep, but we just chatted and flirted for a bit. Lori kept touching my arm as we talked, sometimes giving it a light squeeze. At some point she removed her heels, crossed her right leg over her left, and began kneading her foot. I said, "Lori, I give a great foot massage." "I.