These, plus the fact that I was particularly attracted to women with large breasts made me notice those occasional moments when her bosom and brassier... were visible to me. She also usually did the household chores while still in her rather loose working blouse (with buttons down the middle) and skirt, which meant that every time she bent down, good ol’ gravity would cause her blouse to fall lower, revealing her soft, fair breasts and bra. It was like a little bonus for me after a hard day of. " He kissed her."Yes, yes," she mumbled against his mouth, her arms sliding around his neck.She knew she was drunk, again, and she would let him go too far again, if he tried, but God, she was only human, and she was so worked up. That fucking Arab had really turned her on.She felt his tongue between her lips and responded with her own, letting it slide slowly in and out of his mouth so he would know what she was thinking of.He pulled her blouse from the top of her skirt and slid his hands up. The old woman guided the senator to a bench, and eased him down. "This park is a haven for ladies. I built it as a refuge from the leering eyes of men. Men who, unlike you, treat women as sex objects." She was watching him intently, making sure that he was following her. "I use magic to protect my patrons. If a man enters, the magic changes him to a young lady. After he leaves, he changes back to normal."Jack's mouth was opening as she spoke; her words seemed so clear and loud, unlike. Not a mark was to be found. We shook hands, grinning like fatuous fools.I found a book-seller. Now, that was amazing in itself. Most book-sellers were found up near the high-rent district where the guard could be summoned in a flash. I greeted the short slender fellow behind the counter and asked him if he had anything to interest an old smith. He looked at me kind of funny. For a moment I thought that his face looked like a cat's, but I quickly shook it off. Too many fumes, I supposed. That.