"Ooooh, Winston — that feels so good, touch me please — touch my breasts," she said, unbuttoning her shirt, but her hands weren't working well. I ...ook over the task and opened her shirt, pulled down the top and started to suck on her tit. She got a little worried that someone might stumble on us, so she got up fixed her shirt and blouse and said, "Take me somewhere where we can fuck, Winston. I want you to fuck me so bad, and so hard."We gathered up our stuff and put it in the car, and we. He wanted her to be completely surprised when they got to the tattoo parlor. The drive was about thirty minutes from their house and Charles had tuned the radio to a classical station playing Christmas music. He pulled into the parking lot in front of the parlor and parked and like a gentleman went over and opened the door for Megan. ‘You can take off the blindfold now sweetheart, we’re here’ Megan opened her eyes and looked up at him with an inquisitive look. ‘Where are we, what are we going. By 16:15 the Duty, Honor, Country presentation was over, Macarthur’s inspiring words had actually pumped up the hot, tired troops. Standing under an awning on a second floor balcony, the Honorable Senator Thurmond started giving ‘a few brief remarks’. By now, Jake had already pulled two trainees out of the formation as they wavered and fell. His counterparts behind the other units were just as busy. The senator’s sonorous oration continued unabated. Jake was watching a trainee he figured would. I stood up and shook his hand. When I stood up, my juices flowed down my leg. My face kept getting hotter and a deeper shade of red. He asked me if I was alright, and I said, "Yes, I am fine. Please take a seat." I asked him what his name was, and he said, "My name is John Walker. I am here for the marketing position." I asked him if we had met before and he told me no. I interviewed him based on his wanted position , but I couldn't help but notice he was paying more attention to my breasts.