In a way, it wouldn't have been so bad if she'd said she loved him, but it was just some random bloke she'd brought home. Anyway, he scarpered. She ju...t said she couldn't cope with me 'never being there for her', that she'd go and stay with a friend and come back for her bits and pieces while I was at work. She said she was sorry; I asked what for, and she just shrugged. At least we never married and there aren't any kids to suffer." Sounds like good riddance, then. What about Tom?" Brick wall.. "Name?" asked the obnoxiously friendly soldier with a smile on his face."Komal Shumeyko." Age?" Twenty-six." Address?"Komal listed off her address."Occupation?" Currently unemployed."After answering the question, Komal noticed that the soldier began navigating through a series of menus on his computer."Field of expertise?" Umm... economics." Komal had never actually held a job in her field of work."Years of experience in your field?" Well... I went to school." Komal felt rather. My lips found his low hanging fruit. A strong desire overpowered me and I licked the backside of his scrotum to the underside of his manhood. I felt him shudder as my tongue continued up the underside of his cock. When I reached the top, I inhaled deeply and forced his thick cock in my hungry mouth, taking inch after delicious inch.“That feels great!” He was clearly impressed with the use of my tongue, as I applied pressure to the underside of his meat-sickle. My tongue worked side to side as I. "This should fit" she said, "But what are we going todo about your breasts? I can stuff the cups with extra tights but thatwon't give sufficient weight to make them move correctly." I made asuggestion. "In Manchester I made myself a pair of fake boobs by cuttingthe feet off a pair of tights and filling them with rice. They arereally quite effective." "Then that is what we will try today" declaredMum; "But we ladies refer to them, as 'breasts' not 'boobs' please!"We swiftly made up a pair of.