She smiled and then asked me if I thought she was pretty. I admitted to her that was a very pretty girl. Gina stood about 5 foot 2, very thin body wit... long brown hair. I had noticed this past year that her breasts had grown nicely and she was now a fair sized B cup, which for her narrow frame seemed perfect. Gina was a track athlete in school and her body, from what I could tell from seeing her in shorts and tank tops, was very toned with little if any fat. Next she asked me if I thought she. She was a tall girl, with a beautiful tan, and long brown hair that curled down around her shoulders. She was headed for the food table. Her cutoff jeans shorts were very short and the crisp white blouse was caught up in a knot just under her breasts, exposing her midriff. As she bent over the food table to get a plate, I couldn't help admiring how well her perfect heart-shaped ass filled out her short cutoffs.She went around to the other side of the table and leaned over to reach the potato. " I'll let him explain that," said the diplomat, knowing that if he admitted what the business was the visitor from the USA would not get inside the Palace.He had been persuaded to help get the man into the country and had promised an interview with the right people. The sponsors of this visit within the Department of Commerce had been very persuasive indeed, and the Commercial Attaché wonder what they would be getting by way of sweeteners.Hiram J. Hoover III, Business Development Vice. I clenched both hands over my pussy and rolled up into a ball on my side. I couldn’t think about this now. I closed my eyes, focused on the lovely, warm tingles between my legs and dozed off. * At breakfast, my cup of coffee was the most interesting thing in the world - or at least, that was how it had to appear to Becca. I couldn’t look her in the eyes, because as soon as I did, my naughty thoughts from last night sprung up and made me blush and stutter. So I sat silently, slurping my.