Perhaps noticing my bulge, she confronted me, “Tony, do you want to play with my ‘front’?” she smiled at me and licked her lips. “No one wil... notice; we are all alone.”I chose not to be asked twice. I immediately began groping her ample tits.“What size bra do you wear, Mrs. De la Vega?” I asked, trying to be casual about it and pretending that I rub women’s tits every day of the week.“I wear a 40DD. Why Tony, you like them? They are real, not plastic.” She replied proudly.“Yes, I do like them,. "I don't answer but think to myself that she's number two in the group. I walk up to the bear and say, "I'm just going to look at your collar."I reach down, look at the tag and it says, 'Wojtek III Iranian Brown Bear.'Then I remember and announce, "Stacy this is Wojtek III he must be the grandson of the original Wojtek."Stacy asks, "Who or what is a Wojtek? Is that some sort of Russian satellite?"I chuckle under my breath and tell her the story that I now remember, "In the early part of World. Then when morning comes Alex would pretend as if nothing had ever happen the night before which, was quite true as nothing really happen between them just that his kisses were almost driving her crazy. He would also leave her alone for a long period of time by not kissing her. There was once he had not kissed her for a whole two weeks and secretly she had to admit she missed it very much. So much that she wanted to take the initiative to kiss him back whenever she was near him. Of course in the. He could smell her in the air. The aroma was intoxicating, the smell of a rich fucking cunt. He reached out to touch her breast. Suddenly she snapped. "Don't touch me weakling. Don't fucking touch me, not yet." There were moments when they reversed the scenario but tonight was hers and she intended to indulge her more baser desires, fully. She spread her legs open wider so John had a privileged view of her power over him. He stopped stroking himself now so as preserve his orgasm and crawled.