And I met you, that’s the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me,” I said squeezing her hand. Riley smiled. “Well, then I guess we’l... just have to spice things up a little for ya” she said sounding mischievous. I stopped the truck beneath the portico of the restaurant and the valet opened Riley’s door. “Welcome to The Overlook ma’am.” he said, taking her hand as she stepped out of the truck. With Riley safely on the walk, he came around to welcome me and take the truck. Large stone. I looked down. The train hit a couple of bumps and her copious tit flesh bounced slightly in her shirt. The front matched the back. Her tight shirt hugged her huge braless tits firmly. They hanged softly from her small frame and were capped with big, hard nipples right at the tip, pushing forcefully against her shirt. "Yeah you like that shit huh? You’re fucking sick..." She made me feel embarrassed.She began walking towards me. The unpredictable shifting and jerking of the train car did. There were times when her sari got stuck in the crevice of her ass as she bent down to pick up the clothes and rose again, but she did not bother to pull it out. I found myself working up excuses to be near her. When she cooked in the kitchen, crouched on the floor, she pulled her sari above her knees and I would enter the kitchen in some pretext and stared at her thickset waist and legs. When she bent down to give me food during lunch hours when my father was not at home, (ours was an. Well, as he read thy letter, our King’s heavy pleasurer became so thick and so hard...”“We’d never seen it like that before!” the shorter added with eyes wide. “Never,” added the taller with eyes wide, shaking her head in earnest disbelief.“And we wash it every night, thou knowest,” the shorter added in a serious tone to convey the importance of their daily duties.“It pointed straight up and, with the water and soap falling from it, resembled a glistening sword ready for battle,” the taller.