It is so nice to talk to your breasts. They don't judge you. Theyactually care about how you are feeling. They have to, they are hangingright there on...you. They demand very little from you. maybe a littlenipple flicking now and then or an occasional new bra and a nice massagewouldnt hurt.You know, it is all about the luck of the draw. I could be a buff bodybuilder and have "pecs"(Yuck!), not breasts. I lucked out. I am soft andsomewhat flabby, so I have breasts. Much nicer. I mean, where the. As Sean stole glances at her, she curled her fingers slightly and dragged them across her nylon covered crotch. As she did, she moaned a little louder; after all, it did feel good.When she moaned louder, Sean glanced up to her face, but she was ready for him. She had turned her head towards the door so that he couldn’t see her face clearly. She moaned again and flexed her fingers harder against her crotch. She just about gave away her little game when a trucker they were passing laid down on. "Poor bastard must have suffered a lot before he was put out of his misery" an officer was overheard to say.Of course investigations were made by the police and the Organisation, it was assumed by the police that some of Beaven and Smythes' people shot them to keep them quiet, although it was too late as Beaven had kept meticulous records of everyone involved.Veronica made a trip to visit Diana; it was something that she'd been doing for some weeks ever since Beavens' demise, Diana was pouring. ’ Everyone looked at each other. Alright, Chrissie, Laura and Tonya looked at each other. I was busy staring at the glass rod sticking out of Chrissie’s bathrobe like a smooth erection. Chrissie looked at me. ‘Yo, slut, what are you staring at?’ ‘Your package, stud. Maybe you should get a job as a Chippendale’s dancer,’ I said. ‘Real funny,’ said Chrissie, walking toward me. ‘If you like it so much, why don’t you give it a kiss?’ I wanted to give a smart-ass reply, but I suddenly felt.