n*****s that were gloriously, achingly hard. The sloping curve of her breasts had those n*****s canting slightly upward, jutting out as if demanding to be touched.
So, I just stood there and stared wordlessly... because I'm evidently a pig or something.
"Al?" she asked. "You alive over there?" Bridget added sarcastically. "So what now? Do I need to turn left?" She did. Oh, thank you.
"Or do I turn right?" She did that too, adding a big arch to her back. Thank you even more.
"Speak up, dude! Do I bend over?" Now she bent a fair amount at the waist, letting them dangle! Honestly, I was dying.
"Seriously, Alistaire," Bridget said with some real acid in her voice, punishing me with that name, after so recently letting me off the hook with a courtesy 'Al'. "What do you want?" she ground ou
