Trust me friends, her boobs were surely the softest thing i have ever felt in my entire life.That night while texting her, she shared some more reason... regarding why she broke up with her ex. She added that my hug and kiss on the forehead made her feel better which surely boosted me with some extra confidence and i took the opportunity to take this to next level of flirting.Me:”really? don’t worry dear i would love to hug you tighter anywhere and will kiss you any day.”She: “acha? am I that. I lay down next to her and whilst one hand was resting on her stomache I started to blow in her ear very gently and nibble it slightly and my other hand was running through hair.Then my attention was to stroke her around her face neck and to lightly run my finger across the top part of her lip intermingled with some tongue kisses.Gradually my hands would find their way down her body towards her breasts but not actually touching them but just underneath them , then move my tongue into play with. So as we crossed the street, just before we hit the Thames, I reached out for her hand, and together we ran across the road, both of us laughing although nothing had been said. We got to the other side and looked at one another, a knowing sparkle in our eyes. We kissed. Not heavily; tenderly, just brushing with the softness of our lips. We pulled back; another brief moment of each others’ gaze, then broke away from the moment, and hand in hand made our way to the back of the hour long queue for. I'm licking her as hard as I can. I'm about to pass out as it is," he complained."Pops don't hear too good," said Mable, helpfully. "He can't get it up any more either, but he still makes me feel like a woman." She tried to strike a pose. "You boys don't want those skinny girls. They don't know how to please a man. You want an experienced woman, and I can fill that bill." She smiled at them in what was probably supposed to be a coquettish manner, but just looked like a grimace to both.