I didn’t know what to say, or perhaps my tongue was just tied. Her breasts seemed huge to me under her top, and I gently took hold of her hand and p...aced it, with my hand on top, onto her chest. “Vincent,” she said, “I think you need a friend right now more than a lover.” I kept my hand on her chest and moved in to kiss her. I kissed her on her cheek and then lightly kissed her mouth. She didn’t try to move away or to stop me, but neither did she join in. I caressed her breasts, cupping them. ...get acquainted.There is mention too of the obvious age difference, with the words 'lucky old bastard' heard a lot. We all move closer and join the other 2 about 50 yds from the window, it's started to steam up but beth, and her shaking boobs can still be seen. Robin's really giving her it. Looking round at the group I wonder how many have hard ons? I know I have, the bulge in my jeans difficult to hide.A moment later she's squashed up harder into the glass pane. The crowd goes wild. "Oh fuck. I knew that wouldn’t last long.For a moment I felt sorry for her. She was genuinely a nice person and most of the time, in spite of her big mistake, she was a better than average employee. I knew that I couldn’t let those feeling sway my decision, so I put them out of my mind.She still had cute little blue and white panties on. Without any comment, I put my hand in the waistband and started to yank them down. She put a hand back there and said, “Please, don’t take off my panties.”“I have to. Ron laughed a little, and then headed down the stairs out towards the garage to get the garbage. Ron was about to cut through the living room to complete his task, but he was stopped dead in his tracks by an unexpected site. In the living room, in front of the big screen T.V., was Ron's mother Holly. Her back was facing him while she mimicked some bizarre kneel, twist and stretch exercises with the instructor on the screen before her. Holly Marrick was a spitting image of her daughter Candy.