Then immediately grabbed my shirt and gave a deep lip lock. I was shocked for a while. And thought that this is the best time and hold her in my hands...and took her to bed room and dropped her on the bed and jumped onto her; started kissing her neck and pressing her boobs. I said that I always dreamt of her and wanted to fuck her. She said that then come on and have me. I remove my shirt and took her saree out. She started moaning and kissing me everywhere. She said that her boobs are waiting. “‘Cause if this Jim fella’s some kinda racist, you just go on and put me in a room with him and I’ll sort his sorry behind out my own self.”“Charles, no,” Rebecca protested weakly, looking distressed. She wore a simple set of navy blue scrubs patterned with light blue pawprints, and her disorderly auburn hair had been tied up into a braid for her shift. “Jim has… well he’s a little racist, but that’s not why—”“Only my momma call me Charles, an’ she been up in heaven forty years now,” the man. " "K? K?! I've got K cup sized breasts!?" This was a bit more that I was expecting. I know that we agreed upon the largest size possible, but I thought we were talking about a G cup at the most. "Well part of that is from the post operative swelling. The size will decrease a bit after a few weeks." "How much will it decrease?!" I ask with a rather concerned tone. "It's hard to say, especially with the size of the implants, but usually it's no more than a cup size." Great. So even if. We could not conceive, so we ended up divorcing. Now I wanted a woman or a group of women that would fulfill my hunger for semen from their pussies. So back to the ad. I was contacted by a bunch of prostitutes, wanting to charge money for fulfilling my fetish. I thanked them, but brushed them off.About two years ago I was contacted by a woman we shall name Letty. She was a 45 year old divorced woman from my local area. She told me she wanted to meet at a cafe, somewhere public, to talk about.