I shivered at the image, except Carol was not peeling the towel off Susan, it was off me. What would I have done? Slapped her hand away? Not likely, h...r size and strength intimidated me, even more her towering self-confidence, would I have just let her undress me and touch me? My cheeks were burning red hot and I scrambled in my mind for some other image. I found myself slipping off the stool and grabbed the table to push myself back, the second bottle was empty, I slipped a third and picked up. My hands were on her waist, and I started to slowly move them upwards towards her breasts. As soon as my hand touched the underneath of her soft breast, she grabbed it and pulled it away. "No touching," she teased, "you can look but no touching."Brian went to the bathroom. He grabbed my wife's naked breasts as he bent down to pull his shorts and jeans up. I felt a little envious that he could touch them, but I couldn't."I don't believe that you made me do that," I whispered."Why not?" Amanda. Amazingly, she then asked me if I had got any bigger in that department as I got older.I replied that I guess it had, just like everything else on me and told her that my shoe size had increased from five to nine. At this, she simply laughed and told me that it was not feet she was wondering about. “Are you sure you would not like to fall in the river today so that I can judge for myself?". I replied by asking her if she was wondering if my tackle had grown and if she would like to see for. The fact that she was showing a lot of cleavage didn't help matters. You noticed her angling so we would have the best view of her nicely rounded breasts in hopes of increasing her tip. It worked. The truth is, her tits made me that much hungrier for yours. I looked over and all but pleaded, "Can we go now?" You continued moving your hand along the length of my cock and it started to pulse. You replied all sweetness and innocence saying, "Are you sure you want to leave?" I boldly pinched your.