Again, this was expected, and due to our close friendship it was no real hardship that I spent more hours with Carol than would be usual, and as far w... were concerned we didn't need any other excuse to open the prosecco and while away the evenings chatting.Carol is 64yrs old, about 5ft 4in, with short greying hair, and a curvy size 14 figure, and ample D cup breasts with curvy hips. She is perfectly normal to look at, with average looks, but I do know from previous conversations with her that. I took another picture of her before saying "nobody saw anything".Christina began trying to pull her shirt and push her breasts back in with little luck, "don't button your shirt up" I told her as I watched.The buttons were only done up to the bottom of her breasts, and the best she was able to cover up still barely covered her nipples, but with how hard her nipples still were, it was still easy to locate it in the shirt."I look like a slut" she said as she looked down at her huge. There was no logical reason for her to want to be near me, much less kiss me.And kissing wasn’t all she wanted.I could see it in her eyes. I knew what I was seeing even if I didn’t think it should have been possible. I could imagine Jana wearing that expression when thinking about Danielle, even Jordan, but not with me. She shouldn’t have that look of hunger while I was close by.But that was the problem. If Jordan was right, if I was a Magus going through my Initiation, anyone I got too close. Almost tauntingly, the wind comes up again, and your nipples curdle at the briskness of it, and your exposure.The silk undergarments are pure pleasure. The bra is exactly your size, and the softness of the cups against your erect nipples makes you shudder, moaning slightly at the sensuousness of it. The panties are warmer than you would have guessed, but you also think it may be the heat of your need that makes them so.Finally, you put the dress on, holding it over your head and letting it.