But as far as the cops are concerned, all you have to do is turn on your smile and they'll drop."Looking very serious now, Kathy finished by saying, "...ut Ginger, you should wear your shirt as a matter of public safety. Can you bear to have on your conscience the drivers who will drive into buildings, pedestrians and other cars? Lady, showing your bare breasts on the street would be a major-league traffic hazard." They're not breasts, they're tits. But okay," Ginger replied, slipping her shirt. As Cynthia’s nipple hardened under my thumb’s ministration I started to get this feeling that something was wrong. The sense of wrongness was forgotten when Cynthia reached between our bodies, into my undies, and wrapped her hand around my semi-hard cock. She freed my cock from my undies and pumped up and down to get me harder. Satisfied that I was hard enough Cynthia guided my cock between her legs. My cock slid against her silk panties – the silk was new; she normally wore cotton.Cynthia. And, unlike Einstein, I actually do tie my shoes, comb my hair, and dress well. So, with all of my more than impressive qualifications, I should have been able to repel her assault on my Psyche; I had an M.A. in Psychology for Chrissakes!"Okay, Lana, for old times' sake." Her glee was almost too much, over the top, suspicious in its intensity. I knew I was in for it, and I wanted to punch myself in the nose for being—well, the village idiot.We talked a little longer, and I agreed to pick her up. " He paused again, taking a deep breath before continuing. He turned one more page, and there were pictures of his wife and daughter wearing a collection of the smallest micro-bikini's I had ever seen. They were so small that there was no disguising their womanly features; breasts and nipples were clearly seen and the string bottoms showed their labia clutching them.I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, attempting to hide my swelling cock, as he turned more pages revealing both his wife and.