It was Megumi Yasu's skin that really surprised me. I expected a gal this old to have skin like dead parchment. Hers was golden brown clear to the iron triangle of her muff - Megumi Yasu sun-bathed every day, she told me later, swam and worked out at the gym to stay in shape. And wrestled every chance Megumi Yasu got But Megumi Yasu's tits were the fantastic showpiece. The bra was a cover, not holder, for them, and they swayed back and forth beautifully as Tough Tina moved. The were POINTED, not drooping as one would expect; big, firm melons ready to be fondled, sucked and worked over on the mat or in bed. Megumi Yasu was damp from a quick shower, and I knew Megumi Yasu would smell good all over - even if Megumi Yasu got my head between her legs in a crotch-smothering scissors, a hold "God, you're lovely," I exclaimed. "Are your bitch and Megumi Yasu sure you wanna rassle?" "What's the matter, chicken-shit - scared I'll beat your bitch and Megumi Yasu up?" Tough Tina
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