’ She giggled again. ‘Fair enough.’ ‘And we can pass on any question, and ask for a replacement. But then we have to answer the replacement.�... ‘My goodness, you do think things out.’ He wanted to reach out and touch her, maybe run his fingers over her cheek, but he controlled himself. It was all about control. It was about controlling himself and then, eventually, controlling her and her reactions. ‘And do we have to wait for our next turn for follow-up questions?’ ‘Oh yes. One question is all.. (Why did I mention my wife!). ‘Cramps your style, does she? She asked me cheekily. ‘No, I didn’t mean it like that.’ I blushed. ‘only teasing!’ she laughed and hit me in a flirty way, open handed on my chest. At that I looked down at her gorgeous body and focused on her tits. I’ve always been a tit man, my wife’s are 38gg, they should have had their own postcode they were that big, she loved the attention she got because of them too, but that’s a story for another time maybe. Anyway, this one. But if that was what she fantasized - and since I knew I wasn't about to abuse her - I thought, What the hell? Maybe one of these days, I told myself... Saturday night was everything I had hoped - and more. We went out to eat at the Waverly Inn, then went back to my place and opened a bottle of white wine, a Riesling. We pretty much killed the bottle, sitting in my living room and talking. We got pretty relaxed, and June confided some other fantasies she had, mostly involving famous people or. While she was bent down, I started splashing it on her shirt. She squealed at first and then realized what the devil was up to and let me finish. She stood up and her T-shirt was completely see through. Could not have seen more of her boobs if she had taken it completely off. And the cold water had her nipples ready to cut right through the fabric. We continued on our hike.We were near the top of the trails. There were very cool huge flat rock outcroppings all around. We went off the trail by.