Fanny stared at her stretched hand for a minute, threw a gaze at her enormous bust that weighed down on her chest, and then upon her seductive face came his hungry glare.

“I am Fanny,” he mumbled, with playful, interesting voice that had missed some ingredient of love in the shortest of time. One could sense the freedom and passion that lit up his face even the tricks to mask such feeling was missing. He had a warm hand shake with her “I wonder what I am doing here with a naked ...