" I'm really sorry," I said, thinking about my boner, and how mad she'd be if she found out I got it while looking at her picture."My husband had that...painted, right after we got married," she said casually. "I decided I'd take it with me when I left. I should have just thrown it out." WHY?" I gasped. The idea of the painting in my hands being in the garbage seemed just horrible, right then."I'd think that would be obvious," she said. "It makes me look like a slut."I looked at the painting. Her full round tits pressed against my chest, with only her skimpy bikini top separating us. I could feel a stirring in my swim shorts, and I tried to hide it. I remember suddenly only wanting one thing, and was tempted to kiss her, but what if she wasn’t willing? I held back, and that moment haunted my thoughts since then.The commotion of the train arriving at its destination snapped me out of my daydream. Claire was waiting for me on the platform. She looked stunning. Her piercing blue eyes. I slid the curtain open and said, "Thanks, grandma." She still stood there staring at me, in her towel. She was getting ready for her shower in the other bathroom.All of the sudden..."Can I shower with you?"I about shot my spunk right there. I sat and though for a minute, staring at her. "..y...ye..yes if you'd like."She dropped her towel, and oh my god the best body I've ever seen. Her belly was very firm, along with her tits, and legs. She was beautiful. Nice tan lines around her ass, pussy,. Now where were we?? He slowly pulledon one of the halter straps until with a final tug it fell apart. The strapshung down so that some of her blue strapless bra peeked past the top of thehalter. His finger began tracing the top of her bra as she pleaded, ?Pleasestop! No, no, ppleaase no!? Not heeding her cries, he pulled the untied halterover her head and up to her hands, where the thug took it completely off. ?Ahh,that's better. What beautiful abs!? He extended his hand across her stomachand.