I've been saving myself for John for four months, and he dumped me! I know... he's an asshole and I'm better off without him, so good fucking riddanc..., I guess. I just wish that bastard had let me take his dick with me. Oh, except it's probably diseased after he fucked every American skank in Europe with it. Argh, I can't stand this! I might have to go rub one out right now."Ever direct, Lena said, "I don't think that would be okay." Francine looked suddenly chastened. "I'm sorry. That was. And then her starts to bring his head down closer to Vinessa's boobs. As he does this, she can tell what he is about to do. She is unable to look him in the eye.This though sinks into Vinessa's head a bit more and the man brings his face closer and closer to her bare breasts. Vinessa tightens her jaw as she begins to brace herself.And as soon as he puts Vinessa's big tit in his mouth... he starts drinking her milk from her big nipple. And the result is the photo below...The look on her face is. No, I can handle it myself, she had snapped back, and stalked off, her golden brown bun bobbing.She practically threw the magazine at Henry as she dropped down in the blue, pseudo leather seat. He dropped his Sports Illustrated into his lap, and picked it up.Nice ... he said, and picked up his SI again.Nice? It's disgusting ... she growled.This vacation was already turning out to royally suck.At least she and her posse and their families wouldn't be portrayed on Page Six for a long time .... Little pale buttcheeks smushed down onto the seat underneath her. And a sexy dark blue thong, totally at odds with her no-nonsense, innocent persona.I laugh out loud, “Seriously, Torie?! Look at what you’re hiding under here!” She might just wear them for comfort or to hide panty-lines, but there’s also the sense that she gets some sort of secret womanly confidence from them.Then without a moment’s hesitation, I grab the scissors from my back pocket and quickly cut both sides of the tiny.