The Hot, Busty, Redhead!   I met her in a small, crowded Indian restaurant in Wimbledon during the tennis championships. She was sitting at the next table with three guys and was not only very pretty, bright, and sparkling, she possessed a huge pair of full, firm tits I couldn't take my eyes off. Her cleavage began just below her neckline... always a good sign for big tit lovers. She immediately picked up on my interest in her bosom and sat up straight, looked me in the eye, reached over to my table and took my poppadum (crisp Indian appetizer) and said...>>>(read more)   Beethoven's Sanctum!   A short hike through the forest brought her to small clearing at an ideal time of day to park herself comfortably on the flat topside of a huge granite boulder she'd dubbed 'Beethoven' - a silent place she frequented to compose her throughts. It was afternoon, and the sun had roasted off most of the coolness of the stone's surface against her thinghs, and on through her denim cut-offs. It nicely counter balanced the heat of the day...>>>(read more)