I immediately noted June's fine braless rack. It was a very warm evening and until the Bentley's air conditioner kicked in, I noticed beads of perspir...tion in her cleavage. They were celebrating their twenty-fifth anniversary and I drove them out to The Crow's Nest in Montauk. After their dinner, I took them to The Surf Lodge for more drinks under the stars. At two in the morning, they were finally done and ready to go home. I found that this couple was very similar to other couples in that I. “Such a pretty little pussy…” “Thank you” “But we need to…inspect all your assets before we move on…Please, sit on my knees…” “Is..this standard procedure..?” “It is…in Scandinavia.” She kept her head turned away, as she sat on my thighs. She was light as a feather. I leaned back in the chair. Now her breasts was in level with my eyes. Her nipples hard and protruding. I held her wrist where she was tied. “I will not get tired of looking at your tits…” “But they are so small…sir..” Did I just. He moaned as she shoved her hand down his underwear and wrapped her fingers around the stiff shaft inside."Look what I found," she chuckled. "You know what they say ... finder's keeper's." It's all yours, baby," he breathed, "anytime, anywhere."Within seconds they were both naked and on the bed. He knew every one of her hot spots, and touched on every one; behind the ear, under her chin, and of course the nipples.She groaned, screamed, pleaded, and yelled, "Oh God," more times than he could. Alan smiled broadly and said, "My good friend, if it wasn't for you, I would probably have been dead by now. Thank you for your help."Juan was tried and sentenced to life without the possibility of parole. He was whisked away to the Snake River Correctional Facility to begin his sentence.Alan tried to visit him at least once a month. In the second year of his imprisonment, Juan sat discussing prison life with Alan through the wire mesh screen in the visiting area. Juan heaved a sigh and said,.