Once again, she set her phone on the table and turned on a metronome app that she downloaded. She set it to blink and beep almost inaudibly every 30 s...conds. She knew that 30 seconds was a painfully long time to hold one’s breath, but she also knew that the men here were typically forced to hold their breath for much longer than 30 seconds at a time, sometimes minutes at a time. She didn’t want to stand out as different. Being different is something that just isn’t done in Japan.Yuki ordered,. Yeah, I don’t want to stop either. What does that make us? Whatever. Keep spooning me. Breathe. I love the way your chest moves as you breathe. God, you’re such a hunk. I’m so glad I met you. Yeah, I’ll text you when I get home. You have a good night too. Thanks for the ride.It’s been on my mind all day. No, no, in a good way. I want to do it again. What? Second thoughts? Um… no. It’s fine. I just thought… no, no, it’s cool. Yeah, of course I still would want to hang out with you even if you. ’ ‘What am I feeling?’ ‘It’s a spot of what a minute ago was dried cum. You can always feel the slimy quality. It’s also a little bit of disappointment: it means that there was some of this delicious liquid that I didn’t get to taste.’ While she was speaking I was having a field day soaping up her breasts, her immense, almost impossible breasts. Each the size of a head of cauliflower or a cantaloupe. No matter how much attention I paid to them, I always felt a little intimidated by them up. And I was almost thirty years older than she was too. While I'd have loved to climb between those sweet young thighs, she'd have probably upchucked at the very idea. So not thinking about that was a good thing.In short, trying not to think about what I wanted to do facilitated her teaching me how to get good at the task I wasn't all that hot about performing.When I put ten rounds within the space a fifty-cent piece would cover, she said I was ready to learn to shoot sitting and standing.I admit.