I was loaded enough to be oblivious and was just doing what we do! There was a dude next to us that got tuned in and wouldn’t take his eyes off of K...lly’s chest. I’m guessing he was hoping to catch a tit flash instead of just watching my hand wiggle around underneath some flannel.Kelly noticed him watching and they both ended up looking at each other. She was totally playing it up and would bite her lip, roll her eyes, fake a moan, you name it, as I played with her jugs. The guy was basically. I panicked because I never had any pimples in that area. Not knowing how to react, I reached out to the only person in the house and asked her to take me to a male specialist gynecologist.Mom: What is the issue? Are you okay?Me: Yes, I am okay.. but, there is a huge pimple.Mom: That’s it? Why are you making such a scene about it? Show me where it is.As her eyes started scanning my body, I was embarrassed a little bit and hesitated to answer.Mom: Is it near your..” (she pointed to my pants).I. Just then, a knock came from the door. A large smile spread across Nikki's face as she popped up and ran to answer the door. She peered through the hole, and turned back smiling happily and giddily exclaimed "it's him! He's here!" I got the camera out and started recording. She opened the door, and in walked a very tall, very muscular & well-built dark chocolate man. She gave him a half-hug and introduced herself "I'm Nikki," and slowly slid her hands over his torso as she let go of him. She. “Good morning Sweet Pea,” he kisses the nape of her neck.She stretches her arms like a cat waking from a nap on a sun laden sill. “Is it morning already?”“Barely.”“I’m sleepy.” Eyes still closed, she rises to head for the bathroom, pauses on the edge of the bed to gather herself before committing to next steps, head bent forward, her naked back fully exposed. She’s a figure from an Impressionist painting, a Monet bather frozen in a moment of endless time. He kisses the length of her iconic.