To maine kaha bolo – kya baat hai. To seema ne kaha yaha main aapse nahi kah paoonge, yaha shilpa kabhi bhi aa sakte hai to maine kaha ki aise kaun ...e baat hai jo tum shilpa ke samne nahi kar sakte ho. Usne bade pyaar bhare najaro se mujhe dekhte hue bolo kal main aapko 2 baje call karoonge aap receive kar lena. Or wo mere baalo me haath pherete hue niche chale gaye.Us raat jab main shilpa ke saath chudai kar raha tha to mujhe baar baar aise lag raha tha ki koi hame dekh raha hai lekin pata. In his teens and twenties, George desired a beautiful woman, not just a beautiful woman that would go out with him or date him. No, George wanted a beautiful woman that would be willing to be his girlfriend or better his wife. By his criteria, beautiful meant a woman with wide-hips, a small waist, flat stomach, and most importantly, huge breasts. They didn’t have to be naturally large—the rumored French standard wasn’t acceptable to George, they had to be much more than Champagne glass sized,. “Did you have breakfast already?”“I am not a big breakfast person and I had coffee already.”“Great. Then let’s go.”She landed her Utility flyer about three miles north of the rock formation that contained her lab. I could see it in the distance. The green valley with all the bones was stretching before us until it reached mountains. I estimated to be about twenty or thirty kilometers away. The valleys elevation slowly increased to where we had landed.The air was moist and cool. The grass was. Please take me home.”“You mean the hotel?”“Yes to the fucking hotel, where else?”“OK. Ok, let’s go to the back of the barn.”I helped her up while trying not to touch her and get puke on me.“Wait here while I get the car.”“Ok.”I brought the car around and carefully put the emergency blanket on the seat and got her in. The car ride to the hotel was horrid. Even with the windows open she just reeked. I felt like throwing up myself multiple times, but I persevered.Finally we got to the hotel and I.