"You've said that," the brunette told him and he put his hands on their bottoms as he led them back to the bedroom."Cracking bodies," he leered and sm...led. "Any thought on names?" He looked at the brunette and gave a grin. "How about Kelly for you?" She blinked and he ran his hands down her body. "Just like Kelly off Charlie's what-not."The blonde girl rubbed her nose and chose "Lizzie," as George gestured for the two girls to join him on the double bed."So, girls, this film has a lot of sex in. What? A typo on the jersey. Shouldn’t that have been buster? But the it hit me — it wasn’t a typo it was a nickname — Bust Her. It was a play on those enormous tits and the fact that she was one of the toughest chicks out there. She gave shoulder and hip checks that belonged in the NHL. I hoped that I could withstand her onslaught. After the match I waited outside. We didn’t have a chance to talk at all and all I had was a hope that she read my signals. I waited. I reached over and felt her tiny breast, feeling her nipple through the shirt she was wearing and rubbing it a little roughly. This brought her hand back to my penis. She Grabbed hold of it again, tight as ever and this time began to slowly stroke, no lube or anything just a dry stroke at first. It was the tightest hand job I had ever gotten and I enjoyed every slow, dry motion. Her tiny hand wrapped around me, trailing my entire length and then stopping at the tip an slowly working her way. She really has nothing to do with this story except for the fact that sometimes she's just too good looking. I know that sounds like a strange complaint "Hey, my wife's too attractive," and a problem a lot of men would like to have but none the less it's true.Screwing a beautiful woman day after day is a lot like eating a rich dessert meal after meal. Sometimes all that lusciousness gets cloying and you just want to chomp down on a handful of potato chips to cleanse your palate. That's what.