When I caught just a hint of Colleen's personal scent, it sent waves of arousal through me. Instinct is one thing. People will collide and reproduce n... matter what, but there is nothing in the world like setting a perfect mood to bring people together to love one another, and Colleen had set things the perfect mood.Wanting to be properly grateful for all the effort she'd gone to, I knelt on the floor beside her, which brought my face level with her lower body. I lightly brushed my fingers from. I sigh, three months it had been the same, three whole months I had sat here and stared at her, three months I wanted to feel her breasts pressed tightly against my chest.I continue to stare, she gets off in two stops, I lick my lips, I can taste her perfume, my mind working hard on creating mental images of her naked, my mind mentally undressing her for me, and I like what I am looking at. Dazing off in my perfect daydream, I feel eyes burning on me, I snap to and find her looking at me, I try. Her large breasts hung from her chest, held up by only her bra, and it seemed such a weak object to hold such beauty back. As if reading my mind, she reached back, and released the clasp. Her bra almost seemed to snap off her, as her breasts sprang free from their confinement.Betty stood back upright, and turned her back to me again, but not before I noticed just how hard her nipples were. She planted her rear in my lap, and a moan escaped from my lips before I could stop it. It had been too. We were all together at Mike's Pizza (no not OUR Mike), along with Ginny and Her best friend Alicia, and Arden's older sister Gloria. We'd all just been to the movie, and it had most of us pretty thoroughly buzzed and in a good mood. There was a lull in the various conversations at our table as the pizza was delivered to our table, and in the silence Freddie suddenly stood and raised his root beer.Freddie's family, as everyone in Angel's Camp knew, were Basques. Freddie's Grandfather Nikola had.