“So, today I need you to… darn it, where is my list…” she said. My eyes automatically checked out her whole body. Brown work boots, short ligh... blue jean shorts, and a plain light grey hooded sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up. Her medium length black hair accentuated her tanned face and emerald green eyes. Her notebook dropped out of her back pocket behind her. “Damn,” she whispered, and bent down to grab her list which allowed me a chance to check out her ass. My cock twitched and hardened. Her breath deepened at the exposure; her small tits rising and falling as her pulse quickened. Her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass. The same light freckles that covered her upper chest and breasts were also visible on her shoulders and the base of her neck. Reaching behind her, I unlocked the handcuffs, letting them, the lace bra and the shirt fall to the floor. Holding her to me, I softly kissed her neck, her shoulders, her throat. Lowering my head, I kissed each breast, then each. Barb and Barbie.’ He turned to the driver of the Explorer and asked, ‘What would they do if there was a third Barbara?’ ‘Babs?’ suggested the man. After Jen gave Rich her keys, the driver backed up the Explorer so the two Barbaras and Jen could get in Jen’s car. ‘Everybody else get in with Jeff,’ said Rich. Wow. Not only did the driver look like Jeff, he had the same name. We were not nasty drunk. We were dazed and confused, compliant drunk so we followed his instructions. He asked each of the. She was older than him at the age of 17, but much shorter at just 4 foot 11.Alex, on the other hand, was not even American, but was a soon-to-be-naturalized-American citizen. He was originally from the country of Burma (now called today Myanmar), in South-East Asia. His father had IT-know-how expertise and skills, which was what allowed him to take he and his family to America. Just by being two years in America, he had already adopted an American accent.Alex's real name was a Burmese name but.