Broken Glasses – Porn Story

Bobby grabbed the last bottle of bourbon and meandered back to the couch. But he stopped in a strange Chinese cabinet. Old-fashioned furniture is suitable for grandmother’s house, not for young people’s residence.

Even strangers, though, are content. There are no fragile plates, gravy bowls or prissy tea cups on the plate. Instead, there were only a few items issued by the army. Ronnie’s colorful dowels and medals, patches, army berets, triangle American flag.

Then he noticed a pair of thick brown glasses.

Bobby put down the bottle on the dining table.

The loose glass on the cabinet door rattles when it opens. He picked up his glasses, but lifted them halfway.

“Ronnie, these glasses are broken. Why do you keep them?”

He put the camera closer to his right eye. He immediately pulled it away and blinked. “You’re blind, man.”

Ronnie walked to the cabinet. “Those are special to me.”

“They broke in one attack or a battle – your personal bump?”

“No, no. I’m a tank mechanic. I don’t have much foundation.” Ronnie picked up his other half of his glasses. “It’s just a souvenir. It’s something that’s been with you all your life. You know what I mean, right?”

“I still have high school colleges in high school and the hat I wore when I graduated from high school.” Bobby shrugged.

Ronnie took half of the frame Bobby owned. “A little bit the same, a little bit bigger than football and degree.”

Ronnie placed the parts on the broken bridge. He stared at the thick frame.

“Your eyes are glazed. Bobby stretched out his hand, as if expecting the thief to hand over the stolen goods.

Ronnie gently put her glasses on with the American flag.

“I had a while. Apart from having trouble with R&R, especially in Iraq, desert, boiling, boiling. Tired and tired tiredness didn’t rest.”

Ronnie closed the cabinet door, making the thin pane of the glass shake. He twisted the lock and held it temporarily, as if he was thinking about the past.

“These guys found this club in a nearby city. Such a place should never be in the desert. I think the club knows that a big base in Johns is the ideal place to do flashy business.”

“Smart, very smart. Men do nothing and spend money.”

Ronnie smiled.

“Anyway, this place is exploding, dancers and spinning lights, alcohol. Cheap prices. Prices no longer stop me from spending and partying. And, Bobby, Bobby, women! Bobby, these women are crazy. I never had more girls grinding on me, I rub my things on my ears. I can’t understand their interests. I can’t understand their voices, my attitude is my attitude.

Ronnie picked up two drink glasses from the kitchen.

“It’s hard to find wild party women in that part of the world.” Ronnie was filled with glasses.

“False assumption.” Bobby drank a drink.

“Totally wrong. I found them.”

Two guys relaxed Ronnie’s dining table with their feet.

“This place is very conservative on the front side. The woman is covered and nothing.

“The weather is hot, no girl stares.” Bobby shook his head, as if he was in pain.

“These women in the club are conservative on the street, it’s a sight of a sore eye. Mini skirt, tight top, beautiful legs.”

Ronnie sat suddenly. His chair screamed on the floor.

“High heels, Bobby! I drool on plain heels. Do you know how deprivation I am? I have to be a sex camel.”

“So inhumane. You deserve a parking permit with a disability. This is the new side of the war.”

Ronnie picked up the bourbon bottle. “Replenish?”

“certainly.”

Ronnie fell.

“Well, the girls – by my American standards – meet the level. Decent body, young and gentle, thin, thin. Some people are like any club around the world, not what I want to see. But that’s war. We have to rate the ladies on the curve.”

“I graded the curves in high school.” Bobby hissed after swallowing the harsh bourbon.

“That group of ladies came to me. One was huge.” Ronnie shook his head in despair. “I mean, I’ve always loved tits. You know. I can stare at them all day. They’re fascinated, shutting my mind off. Well, this lady is like, ‘boing’!”

He held his hands on his eyes.

“Compared to Evelyn Webber in high school?” A smile was applied to Bobby’s face, waiting for the answer.

“This lady has twice the size of her breasts.”

“There’s no way, I’m not serious!” Bobby’s smile curls into distrust.

“I’m very serious.” Ronnie pointed at the Chinese cabinet. “Did you see those glasses? Proof.”

“Is your broken glasses proof?” Bobby looked at his friend opposite him.

“Will you tell me this story?”

Bobby poured a cup of bourbon. “Continue. Complete.”

“Well, this lady is big and shames the watermelon. I mean sandbags.” His hands emphasized their size and circumference.

“Beyond watermelon. It’s amazing.”

“Just a huge thing bounces and shakes as it dances.” He stroked his shoulder frantically. “And the cleavage is getting deeper and deeper. I don’t think I’ve laughed as much before.

“So these knockout rounds are actually ‘contact’ high.”

“It’s more real than you think.” Ronnie laughed as she dragged onto the bottle. “Another drink?”

“Of course,” Bobby said, “but continue your story. Hooters and broken glasses, it’s an interesting story.”

Ronnie slides the bottle to the center of the table. “story.

Bobby ends up with bourbon. Ice hangs down in an empty glass. “Okay, keep going.”

“That woman was too big for the mini, so she was wearing a long dress, a flowing thing – what are they called Moomoo dresses? Then, the harder I drink’ Barbarian, I’m a dancer.

“The best woman, don’t be ashamed.” Bobby lifted the empty glass.

“Suddenly, her hand grabbed the top of my head and bent my knees.

“Obsensible,” Bobby corrected, and then urged the story, “Yes, OK, OK.”

“Sorry, bourbon and this lady made my tongue not work. Well, I thought I was driving her crazy. But, no! She put on this dress she was wearing on my head. I’m in the tent now.”

“Tent in the desert, um.” Bobby hovered the bottom of the empty cup around the condensate on the table. Ice clang.

“I looked up at her chest.

“No bra! Fuck it!”

“I don’t know if it’s there, she took it off, or she didn’t wear it. But I was too drunk and turned on to take care of it.”

Bobby and Ronnie laughed.

“Her tits are just begging ‘in my mouth’.

“Big?”

“Do I even have to answer? These are like porn stars. But they are real.”

Ronnie walked to the refrigerator. “beer?”

“certainly.”

Ronnie slides across the table. It leaves traces of condensation.

“Then the lady started hanging in my mouth with a reach. I was like one of those lizards, you know, sticking out their tongues really far to get their food. Except I can’t get what I want.”

The two almost laughed at each other for comparison.

“You, fucking lizard! That’s so funny!” Bobby wiped tears from his eyes.

After regaining his senses, Ronnie continued.

“She started playing. She swung back and forth in the dress.” He swayed lazily on the chair.

“First, they were moving together, but they got out of the rhythm. They hit each other. The sound of Clangin’s is what I heard, but it’s very likely Smackin’.”

“Where do they get the name of the ‘eliminator’?” Bobby laughed.

Ronnie didn’t listen.

“These are glorious tits. I still hear the church bells, high on the steep spires, echoing throughout the city.”

“Religious awakening,” Bobby said.

“I saw heaven, man, heaven. I now know the afterlife. That was until she took off her clothes. I didn’t realize how suffocating I was there. There, I had air conditioning in the air conditioner. I could breathe.”

He drank a long beer. He turned the chair to the glasses of the Chinese cabinet.

Bobby knocked down his buds. “It really affects you. I mean, your mind is actually overseas.”

“She dragged me to the dance floor and loved some karaoke rooms. But we didn’t sing. Haha. There was no way. She was naked too. I was naked too. Lying there. Yamaguchi parted and then hit me in the head.

“Prison of war – women’s prisoner.”

“My head was smashed. I don’t like it!”

“When is it-”

“Yes, it broke my glasses. The sandbag hit my cheek and I heard the crack.”

Smiling, Bobby’s forehead hit the table, and a deadly roar was heard. He stayed there, motionless, but was still laughing at the floor. He smiled until he pushed it down. He collapsed, he broke. He rolled from one side.

“Bobby, I got those tits. I sucked their assholes down. Sucked until they were so happy.”

“You mean to deflate,” Bobby corrected from the floor.

“Whatever they are. She cried in some language. Hug my head. All I know is that in all cultures, women complain.”

Bobby said, “Women, yes, they all love their cream.”

“Not sure how it was determined. I thought people broke into her and took her. Maybe it was a friend. Never sure. What was going on, I was still in that karaoke room when I felt enough to think. My broken glasses were in my front shirt pocket, split into two.”

“I know why they matter. They are balloons,” Bobby said.

“Hair looms, Bobby, they are hair looms.”

“That’s what I’m going to say.”

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