Leslie looked at me with a face full of joy. "Absolutely. I would loveto have another drink."Finally having my purse opened I pull out a twenty dollar...bill. "LimeStation? Is that what you call it, Leslie?" Lime-say-tion," she said slowly.I looked over at the bartender, and he was already standing directlybehind us at the bar. He must have overheard the drink order since heheld up two fingers with a questioning look on his face. Wow. He wasright there before I turned around. He must have been. " He offered graciously, and Lisa felt his hands behind her neck untying the strings. He slipped the little top off, and laid it on a chair, then returned to his exam. Lisa glanced at her son, and found his gaze focused on her breasts. He watched intently as Dr. Stapp palpated each breast, his palms grazing her nipples as he did so. Lisa struggled to keep her breathing slow and even, which was difficult with his continued stimulation of her nipples. His palms grazed them just often enough to. "What are you doing?" I asked trying to hide my nerves and excitement. He shook his head and replied, "I'm sorry, I don't know." We stood there for another few seconds before trying to walk away. I could tell he was going to kiss me again, and he did. He grabbed my ass too. I don't know why I didn't break away, but I never. I just went limp. I was stuck in a place of panic because it felt wrong even though I was single, and I was stuck in euphoria because he was a pretty good kisser and he was. Once I was down to lingerie, I'd select a good shemale movie and turn the sound up to hide the slurping noises. Then I'd unlatch and open the sliding doors on both sides about 1/3 of the way, leaving it up to the booth occupants on each side to decide whether to ignore, watch, or participate. I'd stand and watch the movie, caressing my lingerie-clad curves.I'd watch through the gaps to see what the occupants of the other booths would do. If I didn't find a neighbor attractive for any reason,.