There was mini-golf. There was junk food. There was skeet shooting. There were photo booths. Every inch of the of the park was filled with women who w...re excited and gracious if you gave them your attention.A lazy river, populated with floating tubes, slowly inched its way throughout the park. Bridges crisscrossed it running from games to rides to slides to food. It seemed to me to be where you’d go to cool off between chaos and sex. There was no rule against bringing the sex.I don’t think most. Her body shuddered from the bed. I was feeling her back on her nighty my hand started cuddle over her fleshy ass. I was trying to separate her ass cheeks and feeling her panty line.We are smooching like wild cats. She caught my midriff and pressing my tummy. Her hand gone above to my tummy and just came below my blouse… Hooooooo….. she popper my right boobs …. Hooooo… I was dying. She know how to handle my boobs, when she touches I can feel the jolt on my spine. My nipples will erect within. The backpack was lavender. The pictures on the mirrorcontained only girls.With a sudden horrifying realization, I sat up again and threw the duvetoff of me. My suspicion was correct: I had breasts. I had never Readinto a woman before. Sure, we were all told in training that it couldhappen, but after forty-one Books, it had never happened to me. Butthis time it had finally happened. I was sporting a pair of breasts.I was sporting a pair of very nice breasts, to be specific. They werepert. The man was married to a local girl that was related to one of the Cardinals in Rome and she was supposed to be excluded from any danger if at all possible.Abby came into the town riding on the connector minibus that was loaded with tourists from mostly the other European members of the European Union blending in with the other tourists just like she was one of them. She wore big black eyeglasses that dominated her facial features and drew attention away from her actual physical.