“If I’d have known how light you traveled, I’d have used something else.”Misty Compton, for whom crowds roared and stamped, wanted to cry.“I...��m not putting my guitar in the back of this truck!” she snapped, using her anger to keep from crying.“There’s room in the front for it,” he said.“I want a limo!” she screamed. “I want my suitcase and i want a limo!”People were staring at them. That didn’t really bother Bobby too much. When Amanda had called him, and asked him to go get the star performer. You came so hard I thought I was going to choke at first. And you were so lost when you came, I think I could have set a bomb off next to you and you never would have noticed.”“Well, with you of course I would not. And yes, I have fantasized about your breasts. You got a shirt smaller than you would usually wear on purpose, just to cause me to notice them, right?”“Uh-huh. Like I said, I love when guys look at my tits. Knowing that they will never see or touch them, but wanting to. And I am not. "Yes, such lovely tits Vanessa." He stood up, moving next to her, her eyes opened wide, like a frightened c***d. He bent over her, his hands seeking out her breasts, her back arching up higher to meet his hands.She quivered when she felt his hands touch her breasts. She had pushed her breasts into his large palms, unable to stop herself. His hands encircled the globes, squeezing tightly on her flesh. His touch was harsh, not like a lover would do. She could feel her nipples begin to harden in. She does not know where he is taking her, the destination pointless. What matters is that they are one in this moment. She places her head on his shoulder and asks if they will have children. ‘Muchas, querida, nuestro hogar sonará con el sonido de niños,’ he replies. She whispers her pleasure and brushes her hand through his hair, dark as this night. They step off in the street toward the river. The night’s lights are reflected in her dancing eyes as his hand slips down to rest on the soft.