And a chest that would satisfy a starvingman. Whereas me, I was 5'5" 125 lb. and nearly flat chested. The onlyimperfection she had was a scar on her...chest where she had surgery. Thatis the summer I will never forget. It was the summer that I realized notonly men can give a woman pleasure.Day after day we would talk about our hopes, dreams, and fantasies. Shealways wanted to have the perfect guy to share her white picket fenceddream house with. I would have been happy with a guy that would. As she stepped through the door, she kissed me on the cheek and handed me a bottle of red wine. I looked at the label. ‘I thought as we were eating pasta it needed to be Italian.” she said. “Absolutely,” I agreed. We moved into the lounge and I said, “I have prepared the sauce, I will just need to cook the pasta when we are ready to eat.” “What music have you got?” she said, as she made a beeline for my CD collection. “It’s an eclectic mix,” I replied. I collected two glasses and poured. She whispered “Does this drink only warm you up?? I am feeling hot and drowsy.” I chucked with a sense of relief. The bus had started on its journey and the passengers were all set to sleep. The conductor switched off the lights. With hardly any passengers on board and all of them asleep, I felt as if it was a chartered bus carrying only two of us. She opened the window slightly and took out her shawl.While she was getting her shawl out, her body was pressed my shoulders but she did not seem to. ”“Those kids are minding their own business.”“Well, leave my buttons alone.”“Kiss me again.” She did. He gave her a French kiss and kept his hands outside her sweater.On their next date, he danced with one hand fully on her seat. He drove her to a more hidden spot. As a matter of fact, the last bit was off the road and terribly bumpy. “Nobody’s around,” he said. They got in the back seat to kiss. Soon he was unbuttoning her blouse. Well, she’d almost told him he could if he’d find a private.