Dan was mad about American football, which was how we came to be meeting him. Mark had been discussing their favourite sport online and they offered t... take us out for a meal, when they came to England. I suppose I imagined that they’d be large, what with the whole stereotypical American image, plus him being an American football fan. I hoped that I wouldn’t find their accents irritating. I once met an American minister called Randy, whose voice had annoyed the hell out of me. We’d. "Shem," he said toward the ceiling, "send in Mia." He selected a cigar from the humidor on the table, lit it and settled back in the chair.He had taken only two long drags from the cigar and was releasing the last as a series of smoke rings when the study door slid open and a slight, thin figure stepped in. The door hissed closed."Yes, sir?" The wem, a young one of about 18, stood with her hands clasped in front and her eyes down."Good evening, Mia," Valerian said. "How are you tonight?" He. He drew closer to her and dug his teeth on her bare shoulder, making her cry out in pain. Where he bit her he left the deep imprints of his teeth. His passion was rising, and he bit her again. “Aiyo…!” she cried out and she jerked her shoulder away from him. She now looked at him for the first time. She had an attractive, sexy face, and Raghu looked at it as if mesmerized. She watched the expression in his eyes and it seemed to relax her a bit. Maybe she had no idea that he lusted for her body. They overflowed, impossibly andbeautifully bigger than Brittany's were now, at least a 36DD. I must havebeen quite the sight: my huge, meaty cock, still erect like a towerbeneath these enormous, well-shaped breasts.Brittany got a hungry look in her eyes and began kissing me forcefully.Our breasts, jiggling, pressed hard against each other and I felt thatsame pleasure course through my entire body. Our nipples rubbed againsteach other, brushing past, and she and I moaned at the same time. Did.