The Fuck. Are You Doing. Woman?”“Walking through our house.” It was all I could do not to smile. Guille laughed out loud. Acuario shot him a har... look. “You see I still have these needles pointed at your arm, no?” Guille closed his mouth and tried to sit still. I winked at him. He turned away, clearly having a hard time controlling himself. I cocked my head, lifted my eyebrows at Acuario and strutted out of the room. The rest of the afternoon passed without incident. Acuario finished the tattoo. Kwong's presence, unless absolutely necessary. Our focus today would be a simple one: merely to enjoy ourselves.At last, the door opened, and out stepped a smiling Sandra. She was followed by a nicely dolled-up Wendy, sporting a fashionable white top and jeans, along with a light application of facial makeup. Her hair was nicely styled, and I suspected that was what had taken her so long to get ready. Perhaps "dolled up" is an exaggeration here, but it was a marked departure from the. Our bodies were matching each other in all parts. We were kissing as if some 22-year-old couple was kissing for the first time. We were unable to breathe but didn’t break the kiss.That faint fragrance of rose wine from her mouth was making me crazy. It was as if I was having the tastiest juice through the softest lips made by God ever.Without breaking the kiss, I removed her net jacket and threw it away. I then placed both of my hand inside her hand and started pressing her boobs with my hand. Climbing up further gave way to firm, well-define abswith a bejewelled naval piercing, below the biggest pair of tits Nala hadever seen. Bouncy, perky and unnaturally round, they were very obviouslythe result of plastic surgery, and they stood out absurdlyinappropriately against the otherwise hunky body. Instead of a bra, apair of shiny pasties with tassels covered the dancer's nipples. Theirhands, claws blunted from a manicure and wrists decorated with cheapbracelets, clung to the stripper.