I reasoned that he was looking around because he was not drinking a beer. This was reinforced when I noticed the glass of milk in front of him.Pulling...back from the outdoor dining area, I carefully sneaked around until I was hidden in the bushes under the kitchen window. I was just sitting there minding my own business when some gee dumped a bucket of water out the window and all over me! They must have used the water to mop the floor because the water was a mixture of dirt, soap and God knows. Were they? The more he stared, themore they erupted into light and dark, winking in an out, until theirchaos began to settle into little ripples of patterns or maybe thepatterns were there, but he was having difficulty finding them.They he had found the patterns and they were meaningful. He felt astrange burning and popping and twinkling and blinking of the circuitsin his brain as he sought out the patterns, the ripples of blinking redlight in the sea of hovering communication orbs. They dipped. A feather touch. She seemed to be enjoying it very much, moaning quietly. So I pressed my luck and started moving my fingers around where they were touching the sides of her big round tits. That’s when she started to moan and little louder, so I went all the way around and started gently rubbing her nipples. After about a minuet, she turned around and griped my face and started to French kiss me. Then she opened her blouse, unsnapped her bra from the front, and pulled my hands back to her tits.. Florence looked uncomfortable at first, but an unmistakable look of pleasure appeared on her face. Christine jiggled them in her hands, sizing them up. "You have great tits," she said, honestly. It wasn't a joke, it was a genuine compliment. She ruffled her red bush. "Firecrotch," she teased. Then she moved on to Liz. She was beginning to herself as she walked, moving more playfully, but still composed. Liz was a B cup. Christine repeated the jiggling procedure she had done on Florence, and.