Devouring her, I pushed her swollen breasts together, and tonguing both nipples at the same time, and then went back and forth from one to the other, ...riving her to the edge of ecstasy. Her moaning intensified and I could feel her nails pressing into my back and her hips starting to buck. Encouraged by her erotic responses, I swung one leg over her, straddling her, and lifted my head up. Looking into her molten eyes, I began to gently knead her aching, swollen breasts.My cock was dripping onto. Knock at the door and its her. I did not think she would show up, but she is there. Comes in and I hand her my drink. She drinks it straight down and ask for another. I get it mixed and her dress hits the floor. She polishes that one off and ask for the shirt. She walks out of the shower and tits swing as she comes to the bed. Radio is playing and I lay there looking at her huge nipples. She is talking about work and some big tipper who she got $50 from. Her dark hair shows through the short.. ”“Let me be the judge,” Baruch said, “You don’t look old, and your belly is just perfect.”“Yuh be de judge?” she scoffed, “A schlemiel I should let judge?”“I have good taste,” he purred at her, “I picked you didn’t I?”“Dat is my point exactly.”“Shush,” he said, “Go change back into something fit for the weather here and let’s buy that outfit.”“Unfahrbesserlich,” she muttered under her breath as she went back to the changing room.Un-betterable indeed, Baruch laughed to himself, Growing up is. . Dropping the packages, herhands went to her mouth. Her body felt as though it was caving in onher. As Patricia's knees went weak and her body began its decent to thedeep pile of the rug below her, the music became eerily distant and thelight around her faded. She dropped to the floor, hitting her head onthe edge of a squared planter near the door. Before Patricia's mindsigned out she noted the scent of lilac's filling their bedroom, thescent of her favorite perfume, Garden Grove. Patricia had.