Making a scene isn't going to help anybody."She stood up, and so did Christopher. She slapped him square across the face.The polite diners tried to vi...ibly ignore the fight, but tried to keep a covert eye on the melee just the same. Christopher defended himself by putting his hands up to fend off Katie's next blow. But it never came. Instead, the beautiful model grabbed him by the shirt, and pulled.Christopher turned pale, and felt faint suddenly. If Katie were to tear the shirt, the pale peach. Then we go to the lagoon and get you healed and talk. Sorry, I feel like a giddy teenage girl, this has been my wish from when I realized you could understand me.’Two of the males had left and shortly returned with the pack a****ls. They were apparently on a hunting expedition but that was cut short now. We made up some sk**s from poles they carried for tents, attached them to the a****ls and placed the wounded to be taken back. They were quite nervous about b**st so I kept him at my side but. My nipples are rock hard and nary a hair can be seen on my clean-shaven mound. I can feel the sweet ache of desire in my twat, the slick moisture on my labia, and the desire building in my pussy as I anticipate the pleasure that is sure to come.Hot water caresses my face and body, cascading down my breasts and legs. I carefully wash my golden tresses and to soap my body. My slippery hands wander to pert nipples and I slowly knead and twist them both, sending waves of salacious pleasure straight. Abbi was a big woman. At 5ft 7 inches tall (without heels), in her mid 40's, and about 7 or 8 years my junior. Her body wore the ravages of living the high life; weekends spent drinking, smoking and eating she'd clearly let herself go to a certain extent. She wasn't the type of woman I was typically attracted to, she usually came into work caked in make-up, which went well with her peroxide dyed hair. She had a layer or two of excess fat around her waist and hips, a big arse and big fat tits to.