I take my boobs in my hand, still grinding, and massage slowly staring right at your eyes. I pinch my nipple and moan staring right into your eyes as ...ou breath heavily. I take my tongue out slowly running it across my boobs to my nipples. I moan sucking on my nipple, pulling at it with my teeth. I finally take it out and press my boobs hard. "Babyy", I moan and you pull me into you taking my boobs into your mouth. You're sucking on it like a favourite berry. Passionately.I take my hand down. It was a sad damn day in all respects. Not only a friend lost but also a great ally against the Genarelli. He tossed his Lucky to the dirt and ground it under a heel. ‘Best start shifting back toward the ‘mo Nunzio. I highly doubt most of these weeping willows will stop the rain of tears. I saw them place him down, that is enough for me.’ He turned towards his left hand man. Nunzio Capadocian. These two were like David and Goliath as best friends. Damien stood a good six foot one but his frame. Again, my nipples hardened and my knees felt shaky. I sat down for fear of falling, and he got up to teach. It was then that I began to check him out. He was maybe 5 inches taller than me; he had those sexy green eyes, a head full of gray hair, very big muscles, a few visible tattoos (one on his forearm and one on his bicep; he showed us the rest of them later), and a very charming personality. I felt kind of embarrassed that I had worn a skirt that day. My legs refused to stay closed and there. "I concluded my conversation and he thanked me as I hung up the Mic. I went back over to the table and told the Three Musketeers, as I was calling them now, that I had to go to the ship for an hour or so, but that I would return soon and we would start making plans to return home. I didn't think anything about the dirty looks from them at the time, but in retrospect, I should have.When I was dressed, I put my shoulder holster on out of habit and a light jacket to cover it with. When I went.