She was of average height, but very slender and graceful, with baby blue eyes and a rather charming “social butterfly” ethos to her. Even her jest...seemed more like self-deprecating humor and awareness of the weirdness of the coincidence of names than anything else. She looked at my female companions, and then at me, before she dared to crack her next joke.“Mormons?” Victoria implied polygamy of the fundamentalist variety.“Nope. Just members of his fan club. By him, I mean Sir Cecil here. Well,. After several minutes of this attention, he finally backed off and looked at me. “They are amazing. What a gift.”I couldn’t believe that he’d said almost the same thing as Keven. It gave me renewed confidence in the appeal of my breasts. I mean, I always thought they would become undesired and ugly when they started to sag, but both my new lovers actually liked them.“Can I. I. I. ah. Can?” Bryan stuttered.“What do you want sweetheart?”He closed his eyes and managed, “I want to eat your, um, you. ’ Max unbuckled his harness and started feeling under his seat. He came back with a crumpled pack of cigarettes. He squeezed it open and saw but one paper-wrapped treat inside. A frown contorted Max’s face. ‘Damnit,’ Max said softly and put the ruined pack back under his seat. ‘What’s wrong now Max? Something new troubling . . .’ Gillian’s voice came over the speakers. ‘Nothing,’ Max said, cutting her off and flipped the VOX switch back off. ‘Bitch,’ he added quietly. He leaned back in his seat. So now let’s start with the story. Let me tell you about myself: 5.8 feet, long and thick tool which can satisfy any girl and has got the humble attitude. As I described earlier, she just joined our company and in her mid-20s, nearly five foot and 2 inches, fair complexion, hair well groomed and put together using the black color hair band. Face cut was more like Scarlett Johnson, though Neetu had sharp features, with very light lipstick applied with her medium sized protruding boobs and her.