The Frog bench

Finally, the door bell rang. He had to keep himself from running, letting it ring once more. Then he opened the door, and again, he had to take hold of himself. She was huge!

Alright, that was just as he had specified in the phone call, but seeing her in the flesh was something else. She was wearing a short, white mini dress and white high heels, which accentuated a pair of diamond shaped calves. Those led up to her sweeping, bulging thighs. She had a particularly tiny waist, and small breasts (oh well, you can't have everything). Two massive shoulders beneath a surprisingly delicate face, which was crowned with a fountain of
long, blond strands of hair, streaming down right to her shoulder blades.

He took it all in for two seconds, and then regained his composure. Still, he had the feeling that she had noticed his initial reaction and had taken it for granted. Without waiting for further invitations, she entered the hall."Hello handsome! Please be a good boy and show me where I can change?" "You assume to much!", he thought, and chuckled. But for the moment he directed her to one of the bedrooms. He himself returned to the living room, full of anticipation.

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