
“Oooh, darn, I was hoping to get the wall seat. Could we
switch?” Brian looked up and drank in the person addressing him. He had
never seen her before and he knew he would have remembered someone that
pretty.
She was tall, close Brian’s 5′10″, and slender. She wore a
Swimming Team sweatshirt that explained her well toned legs and defined
her breasts to be large enough to get Brian’s fingers itching. Her hair
was light brown and her eyes a pale green. A little makeup for the
proper illusions and Brian felt like he was looking at a goddess.
Statistics does train the mind to think well, and Brian was
able to absorb all those thoughts without staring gape-mouthed at her.
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Fucking Ultimate Surrender