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Kentucky Kimmi is in London! Woohoo! And I know what's first on my to-do list.*When I see him, I am overwhelmed. He is bigger than life in person. Such an imposing figure. Regal. Noble. His pictures really don't capture the magnitude of his strong and proud presence. I can only stare. And stare. And stare. Hard to tell how long I stand in front of him, awe-struck by him.*First and foremost, I freakin' love his black furry hat. I immediately envision myself humping it. Oh my, how the fur will*tickle my pussy. We, of course, have policemen, firemen, and other uniformed men in Kentucky - but nothing like this. He is*so tall compared to my shorter stature. Even without the mile-high hat, I reckon he is a big fella. His uniform is majestic in my eyes. Although, I am disappointed his scarlet tunic hides his crotch. Oooooh, I wonder what lurks beneath in his britches. Everything about him is so big, I can't imagine his dick would be any different.Having been warned not to touch him, I settle for my*eyes exploring*his impressive uniform. Oh my, look at his white leather buff belt. Immediately, Ankara escort I envision myself sprawled, panties down, across his lap, feeling its sting on my bottom. My toes tap in excitement. His gold*buttons catch my attention next. Did y'all*know they bear the*Queen's*insignia?*The Queen! Might he also serve this queen from Kentucky?*My left hand restrains my right, keeping it from fingering his buttons. How I want to finger his buttons!*Wanting to come prepared, I researched the foot guards before I left Kentucky. There are five regiments - Grenadier, Coldstream, Scots, Irish, and Welsh. If you look closely, you can distinguish them by the color of the plume, what side it is worn, the grouping of the tunic buttons, the collar badge, and the shoulder badge. As for me, I don't give a hootie patootie which regiment he belongs to. They all look magnificent and have those sexy furry hats (called bearskins by everyone else).Whew! This is a lot to absorb my first day. I guess I should take my leave of him, rest up from my long plane ride, Ankara escort bayan and return tomorrow. Smiling, I jump up and down, raising my hand high above my head to wave goodbye within his line of sight.*~~~I return the next day, rested and full of courage. Out of sight, out of mind did not ring true for me. I assure you our twenty-four hours apart did not diminish my intense attraction to him. Fueled by my passion, I decide*to introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Kimmi from Kentucky."No response. No movement. Not even a twitch.I'm not sure if this is the same man as yesterday or not. To be honest, they all look alike. It's hard to feel connected to someone who won't look at you or speak to you and I desperately need to form a relationship, so I name him. Hmmm, which name?*A lot of names run through my mind, but I decide "Billy Bob" suits.*"Well, Billy Bob, may I take a selfie with you?" I ask batting my long, black eyelashes at him.No response. No movement. Not even a twitch."I will take that as a 'Yes'," I say, moving in beside him, snapping Escort Ankara some*selfies.*I don't bother to say, "Smile."*His presence has made me tingle in my panties, so I decide it is time to head back to the hotel before my juices start to flow.See you later," I tell Billy*Bob, jumping up and down again, hoping he sees me.I race back to my hotel room to relish in the pictures of us - Kimmi and Billy Bob. We sound good together, don't we? You know how couples combine their names? Well, we could become KimBob.*Ruffling through my suitcase, I retrieve my eight-inch dildo. Yep, I bet that is close to his size. Plopping on the bed, I lay back, fluffing my pillow, getting comfy. I pull up the selfie of KimBob and after raising my skirt and lowering my panties, my fantasy begins.There is a hard rap on my door. I rush to open it and there he is - Billy Bob. Still adorned in his handsome uniform, he marches me to the bed. Oh my goodness, I am excited!He strips me of my clothes and lays me on my back. I can't tear my eyes from him as he removes his uniform and folds it neatly on the chair beside the bed - all except his hat! He fucking leaves his hat on! Woohoo! I excitedly reach my fingers out to touch his*hat, but he pushes my hand away. My disappointment doesn't*last long because he slides down my body, spreads my legs, and swishes his furry back hat against my pussy.