Jeryl grabbed me in another hug. “I’d love to go. Thank you for coming and asking.” We moved into the line for some pastries, coffee and juice a...d the girls started peppering me with questions.“What time is it at? What time will you pick her up? Are you having dinner first? What sort of dance is it? Formal?”“Semi-formal,” I replied. “It is from eight to eleven. If I can talk Mom into it, I will take her to dinner first, but I’m not sure where yet. I need to have a couple of surprises for her,. I remembered putting my mouth on his thick organ the first time, and how excited I was. About then, I thought about having a wank, then called myself an idiot and called Tom instead. I invited him over for a drink, which he could see right through, and snickered at me. "Sure, a drink. Yeah, I'm in the mood too, I'll be over in a while."When Tom arrived, we did pour ourselves a couple of beers, then retired to my bedroom. He asked what made me call, and I told him I had got to thinking. Her jugs were so full and heavy that she really needed a good bra and had since she was twelve. Her dark nipples were only half concealed and popped free if she took a deep breath or reached upward. Her nipples were minor puffies and easily excited. She lifted one breast and licked her tit, smiling and then settled it back into its half-cup tenderly. She was a 34-D the last time they measured, maybe a bit fuller now.She smiled, looked in the mirror and thought about the boy who had brought her. We made it to the deck in time for the fireworks and Bon Voyage celebration. She hugged me tight and the smile on her face was priceless. I could feel her hard nipples, press into my chest through the thin button up shirt I had on. The excitement of the cruise and my sexy wifes appearance had an effect. I could feel a stir inside my shorts. Once we were at sea, we headed to the bar. At the bar, Angel was the center of attention. I noticed that every person, male and female, that we past turned.