In spite of herself, she loved a man’s hands roaming about her breasts. Perhaps it came from a time years ago when she was flatter chested! Now she ...as a full B cup.“You see Emma! You’re not to be ****d! But I think your bodyguard Jean might enjoy sucking on those tits! What do you say Jean? Would you like to suck on Emma’s tits?” asked the Emcee.Jean’s eyes opened upon hearing his name called out. Looking about, his eyes searched for the reason he was being called up. “What?”“I said, wouldn’t. She got up slowly, and I reached to steady her as she almost fell. Her arm was so cold, I thought she must be numb. ‘Let’s get you and the baby into the warm car, and I’ll come back for the bags.’ She really was numb with cold, and I virtually carried her to the car, settling her in the back with her baby. When I came back with her bags, she was shaking so badly her teeth were chattering as the heat warmed some of the numbness. ‘Hold on sweetheart, we’ll be there in ten minutes.’ I was. “Damn!” Rick said. “She’s a knockout, and she has personality, too! You’re normally not the slowest guy in the race, but what took you so long to get together with her?” I had time to think about why it took me too long, almost too long. Part of it was getting over Brianne pulling the wool over my eyes. Part of it was old habits dying hard of chasing skirt – and cock. For me, sex wasn’t an emotional thing, it was just a pastime, except with Brianne. I had no problem getting a piece of ass. "Madame Blanchard, at the field of Waterloo I came across a body, which I believe to be your son, Pierre."As I mentioned his name she raised both hands to her mouth, cried out 'Mon Dieu! and staggered. I held her, my arm around her waist – a trim and yielding waist, I noted.She steadied herself, and I withdrew my arm, which I have to admit was done rather reluctantly. This was the closest I had been to a woman since Caroline—other than Zinnia of course, and I regarded that as an aberration."We.