I love them and I never wear a bra ... I love to feel them naked under my silk blouses.”“I like the way they feel too,”“Would you like to see ...hem? Just a peek – you can never tell anyone I let you see my titties,”“Gosh Ms. Sue, would you? That sure would make me feel better.”“Hold still, let me scoot down in my chair and open my blouse so you can see.”She scooted down to where her legs were spread wide, I knew she wasn’t wearing panties because she told mom she wasn’t. When she reached up to. . fifteen seconds! Our souls just knew each other, intimately, and without reservation. We laughed and yelled incoherent noises of uncontainable joy and greeting, nonstop, for about twenty minutes, as we grappled and gambeled about in the hundred-plus degree desert heat. Finally, we took our blissful bizzareness inside to avoid both heat stroke and the 911 wrath of outraged neighbors.It was about ten minutes later... Wrapped in a couple of damp towels, an exquisite vision of loveliness came. I made a few friends & dated a couple ladies here by now.Apparently word had gotten around about my size, as I would see the wide smiles grow on the girls’ faces as I walked by them. “Hi, Dave” they would say in a very alluring way-giggling to each other. Many would wink at me & invite me over to their house for some fun.The woman that has me all tied up right now though seems a little excessive & creepy. I wish I listened more to my new friends because I don’t know how long she plans to keep. She got her relief a great many times with her finger, the shower spout, or her vibrator, which she had hidden in her bedroom closet.Bob finally spoke up: "Look, Beth, can I call you Beth? The fault is all mine. I caught Louise in my shower with my son six months ago. They were... Well, they were making love to each other standing up. I got so worked up and mad, I made Louise come back to my bedroom so I could scare her! I should have called her mother and let her go. But instead, she's the one.