Christ babe, you already know what you mean to me and how much I love you." Coming home every weekend is a waste of money babe, money that we can use ...or other things. The cost of coming home comes out of my pocket sweetie, but if I stay on the road the motels and meals are a business expense and I can write them off."When she complained about their not spending time together he had said, "Plenty of time for that later sweetie. Right now we need to be putting money away against a rainy day."She. Lia giggled. “Not that kind of prop, dumbass. No I went round the antique shops and found an old leather bound book. I cleaned it up and... oh. I hope I didn’t make it too shiny that it causes you problems with flares’n’shit. Anyway, hoping that I didn’t do that, what I want to do is a set posing with the book, you know, as if you’re watching me reading but I don’t know, ‘natural’ poses of me reading, of me looking away in deep thought, even hugging the book to me and squishing my tits up a. Let’s finish getting cleaned up and go see the Base Chaplain, so he can marry us.” Clair’s face lit up so bright and beautiful that she looked just like she was a poor child who was turned loose inside FAO Schwartz and told to pick out anything she liked.“Oh my god ... Phil!!! Oh, My God!!!!” She bubbled and screamed, hugged me and cried all at the same time. Jenny heard the commotion and came in to see if I was killing her best friend. When Clair saw her, she grabbed her in a bear hug and told. They were both sitting at the table eating some breakfast when a piece of French toast dropped onto Becky’s right breast – just above the nipple. Instinctively Danny reached over and pulled it off brushing her nipple with his hand. To Danny that nipple felt just so soft and gentle.Danny found himself staring at Becky’s nipples and breasts. His penis was starting to swell when he said, “Do you know you have the most amazing breasts, Becky Bartell!”“Why, thankyou sir. Do you know you have an.