Aur mai lucky tha ki mujhe full chance mila unke doodh aur jism touch karne ka.Unke jism ki aik alag hi khooshboo hai yaar.Jab bhi mai unke kareeb jaa...a tha to unse sirf mujhe aik maa beta ka pyar milta tha par unke touch ko main sirf aik aurat ke touch ki tarah hi mehsoos karta tha kyonki main unhe choona chahta tha pyar karna chahta tha unke jism ko apne jism mein sama lena chahta tha unka bhara hua jism khoobsurat lambe baal gulabi hoth jo sirf gulab ke ras se bhare hue mujhe nazar ate. He didn’t even bother putting clothes on me. I guess that meant we were going to be fucking sooner rather than later, a thought which excited me without altering the blank look on my face.What was I?As I mindlessly ate the bacon and eggs that Marty served me, and sipped on the milkshake he put into my hands, he began to explain.F-cups, G-cups, H-cups, and everything above ... they were special. Precious, he said. C-cups were a dime a dozen, D-cups were everywhere you looked (which was why he’d. I indeed felt uncomfortable, knowing that I was attracted to Josh in a romantic/sexual way, only for him to compliment me. I found myself wondering if he was thinking about what I've got under that shirt."What's up? Are you ok?" he asked me on a worried tone.Shit, he must've noticed."Uhm, yes," I giggled, "I just don't get compliments too often. Thank you!" I said, trying to save myself."Really? But you're so pretty. The guys in your class are lucky to see you every day, Jane," he said with a. If they had surrendered, he wouldn’t have the glorious opportunity to attack the RAF today. Karl began to concentrate on the mission. His group’s objective was the RAF fighter base at Southampton on the southeast coast of the island. He hoped that most of the Spitfires and Hurricanes would be caught on the ground, but if they came up the 109s would take care of them. Karl looked down and could see the whitecaps on the English Channel. Accompanying his flight of Stukas were the Heinkel medium.