Not yet."Her fingers wandered up her torso, tracing her tendency toward the classic hourglass figure."Well, not there yet either ... But soon ... Hope...ully, real soon," she thought.Then her hands found their way to her breasts."No need to wear a bra. There ain't much here is there."Rubbing herself, her nipples grew to the diameter of a pencil eraser and got stiff. "Not quite half as long as a pencil eraser," she thought. "Come on guys. Where are you?"She could always wear a padded bra to. - Is that what you were thinking?And opening a robe flap, she showed a delicious big tit. With such a movement, the part under the robe also broke apart, letting it be seen her old hairy pussy.I was literally speechless. My thoughts were disorderly, not knowing exactly, whether I should move immediately to that offer. Melissa must have realized my hesitation, for she made the decision to advance to me, alluring and with a naughty smile while stroking her huge breasts. Touching me, her hand. Shifting was even harder. I eventually made it to the trail in the woods. Once there, at least some of the wind was blocked by the trees and brush.I rode off the asphalt path and merged onto a mountain bike trail that some enterprising person had made. The trail wound over ridges, through logs, and around other natural obstructions. It was a great trail and it took me much deeper into the woods.A sign had warned me to stay on the main trail because a hunt was in progress. Every year, the county. I started to unfasten the front clasp when she stopped me. “Leave it on for now,” she whispered. “As horny as I am, we don’t have time for you to do all the things that I need, and I don’t want to stop once we get started.” So instead we just made out; until I felt the car slow and turn into some sort of drive. “Honey, I think we’re here, wherever that is.” She quickly re-buttoned her coat, so that by the time the door was opened for us, appearances were all in order. Well, except for the.