She was wearing a spectacular string bikini that somehow emphasized her height even more, but she gave the pool a pass to keep a close eye on Sergei a...d Milla in a small plastic wading pool, while the rest of the adults splashed in the bigger pool. Vicky still felt herself heavy enough that she would have preferred to wear a one-piece swimsuit in most semi-public circumstances involving pools, but in the spirit of keeping the load down had only brought a tiny black bikini with her.About the. It jumped in response to even a vicarious touch from Ms. Nancy. Then, oh wow, joy of joys, she lifted her t-shirt, and I caught a glimpse of the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen. Of course back in that day almost all breasts were natural, but her's had held up well over a forty-something year life. She had large aereola, the size of silver dollars, with nice pink nipples set in the center. I didn't know what this really meant then, but I think she was about a c-cup. They were. It felt AMAZING. While doing that, she even liked my balls. When she came up her mouth was all sloppy and there was spit all on my dick."You almost made me choke" she said giggling. "Now it's your turn." She leans back, took off her thong and opened her legs wide. I took off my shirt and kissed her legs down from her calf to her thigh, then I did that with the other leg. She was biting her lip so I took off her tank top and bra squeezed those tis while kissing her. I sucked on her nipples,. That included teaching them to dress for success. I cannot describe the pleasure I still get watching these men regain their pride as they turn their lives around. I moonlight as a personal shopper for the well-to-do, but this is my passion and my calling.You see, I really did die that night. John Garson, driven businessman, raconteur, incipient alcoholic, is no more. He died when I accepted my death on that rooftop. I go by Jay Garson now. I'm quieter. I still have my sense of humor, but I.