I would judge them to be average sized from the feel and contour of her chest. I wanted to run my hands inside her dress and feel her naked, cold tits...but was too afraid of getting caught at this point.My eyes wandered down her body to the little sweep curtain on the lower door of the casket. I wanted to feel her crotch so I ran my arm under the curtain. The dress was fairly loose so when I pressed down; it recessed in between her legs somewhat. I pressed hard to see if I could feel the end of. She took my sperm and rubbed it on her belly. As a closing ceremony of the event while bringing my arm out, I pulled her panty down. She tried to hold it but I was successful in pulling it out. I smelled it deeply. I wanted to see its color but it was not visible in dark. I put it in my jeans pocket.I collected my mom’s panty, a first souvenir of the hardest fuck anyone can ever have. It was my reward.I watched time and it was 01:45am . it was a good 45 mins session. But next station was more. Anyway, it's about Vernon. I guess I talk about him a lot, don't I?" Not any more than I talk about Ken." Maybe it's different with me. You see... well, it's like this... Vernon and I have been making it with each other."Silence fell over the table. Brenda said nothing, just stared at Helen with wide eyes. Then she said, "You don't mean..." That's right, we've been fucking. It started last year. At first it was just petting and fooling around, but then we did the real thing and ever since then. She glared at you. “Better than yours!” Her mouth reminded you why you were her Master and she was your sub. “Do you remember that dinner party about 6 months ago? I met Mila there. She had been watching you all evening, but you didn't notice. Anyways we kept in touch and told her I had a great way to meet you! AND she's an amazing bar tender!” You smiled at her clever dirty mind. “I have her number….i could tell her to come by?” you looked at her. Thanked her for dinner and said you were going.