"Well, you look like your mother, that's why." Like my mom?" Yeah, a younger version of your mom." And, you were attracted to my mom?" Oh, look, hon, ...our mother is in her lower forties and is a very good looking woman. I've seen her at their pool in her red two-piece suit. She's damned hot, if you ask me." My mother? You're checking out my mother? You dirty guy, you." Hey, look, she's hot looking. What can I say, I think she's one sexy lady." You've got the hots for my mom. Admit it." No, oh,. Annu:- not bad,I asked to show her hand.Annu :- why.I said give it.She offered the hand I smelled it, nothing was there still asked its salty taste.. What happend. How many rounds haaAnnu:- as if you dont doI got a green signal.Me:- ok taste my finger and tell did I do and I will tell yoursAnnu:- okShe took mine and said nothing..I said I do it in left hand and you are holding right one :pAnnu :- ohho how many times a day.Me :- first you ???Annu :- let us play cards game like we do it in. By feel, I knew immediately that the Ghost of Christmas Present was Bigtits. She had a bit more 'junk in her trunk' than I'd found attractive in daylight but in the darkness of the tent she had all the sweetness of a nice, plump peach. Sinking my fingers into the softness of her huge tits while sucking on large, hard nipples... Having her stroke and suck my cock... I didn't mind at all the extra pounds on her thighs as I spread her legs and moved on top of her.If I didn't mind her plumpness,. That was why he had followed her to the counter, why he had invited her to dinner. This was a central transfer point for all major bus lines out of New York City. There were many pretty girls who arrived on the New York bus without luggage, down on their luck and usually pretty hungry. Pretty girls who left their small home towns with stars in their eyes and their brags of success still ringing in their ears... Pretty girls who came home eventually when all else failed, tired, hungry and broke..