BTW this is a true story even though it fiction.Then the Fun Starts...By Jean ReaCopyright September 2000You give up eating beef or anything American....Nuhc Mam, rice, roastpork, and chilies are your diet. Any soap is non US, toothpaste also. You only wear Batta boots or tire tread sandals, socks are wool and you coat your feet with carbolated Vaseline. Underwear rots on your skin and traps water so that goes too. You dress in tiger-stripe rip-stops with no rank or national insignia and carry. I guess she wanted me to remember this when I saw the price tags. The head was slow, methodical, paced. Light brushes from her lips and tongue across the glans kept me perked up. She took care not to let me cum, she wanted it drawn out. Just before I hit my limit, she popped off of my cock and kissed me. "I'm stopping here." "Oh, you tease" I squirmed. "It will make you want it more later." She laughed, gently stroking me, easing me back into my flaccid state. "C'mon, you have pancakes in. ” Laura said with a slight sob in her voice. They sat there talking about options, but oddly neither of them brough up the rough rape that Laura’s dad had just done to her. As the evening grew on, they hadn’t figured anything out, but both of them were hungry. Mike got up and fixed some burgers, Laura ate 4 burgers that night all the while they were both completely nude and not seeing any reason to change that. When they were done Mike felt some discomfort in his dick and started feeling. . soon we became too close that we share some naughty jokes and with some curiosity and lust I asked somethingMe: mallika can I ask you somethingMallika: no need to ask permissions just spill it outMe: I wanna know your sizesMallika: haha all boys are the same and I’m plumpy no one why are you excited in meMe: I like ladies like you the plumpy ones and one with big boobsMallika: hmm so you want my measurements ha I’m 38-34-36 and my boobs are 38DMe: ohh myy godd…. you are so hot your husband is.