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continuation .................................................. ................... Have guns will travel? Ha! for me, its have melons will revel. Kekeke.

My Bandung friend and the flesh bomb sat down in my room. After forty odd trips over a decade to Indoland, I still could not speak the lingo.
Unlike in LOS where I acquired a comfortable conversational grasp of the native tongue almost solely during the long hours in bed, I seldom took the Indo chix overnight and so did not have the time and opportunity to learn from the gals.
Also, my business dealings there are conducted mainly in Mandarin and to a lesser extend, English. My smattering of Malay just could not accord me the luxury of a meaningful verbal exchange with the chix.
With my friend as our interpreter, we chit-chated for the next half hour. She turned out to be quite friendly and by the time my friend left us, we were very comfortable with each other.
As I was really tired, I intended to take it real slow and easy. So, in one of my rare move in Indoland, I got her for overnight, for 300K. Her name is Kiki, she's a Sudanese from near Bandung and she's only nineteen. It was then almost nine pm and she hadn't had her dinner yet. Ditto for me.
The hotel restaurant was out as it was near closing time. Leaving her in my room to watch TV, I went off to the nearby Dunkin Donuts for some sandwitches and Coke.
Back to my room and after our stomachs had been satisfied, we got onto the bed to cuddle and horse around. Still fully dressed and sticky with dried perspiration from my long day, I playfully grapple with her on top of the sheets.
My hands and face were all over her plentiful globes. Mmmmm, simply heavenly. Slowly, button by button, I peeled back her white silky blouse to expose her bra-encased treasures. Correction, that undergarment could hardly hold, let alone cover those enormous orbs, more than half of which threathened to spill out of the inadequate cups.
My arms encircling the massive bosom, I reached behind for the clasp and released the straps. The globular mass freed from their restrain, spewed out, to appear even larger than when clothed.
By then, I had a ragging hardon but still I had no intention of rushing into the act as I had a whole nite in front of me. I removed the rest of her clothing and she did the same to my garments.
Fully naked, we shuffled the few steps to the bathroom, with me clinging behind her and my hands never leaving their hold on her delightful twin mountains.
We got into the bathtub and sat down facing each other, waiting for the water to fill up. As the warm comforting liquid inched upwards, my hands continued kneading her hanging racks as though they were soft rubberly dough. Hmmmmmm.................to be continued.