‘Look at me’, he said as he gently turned my chin. ‘I didn’t invite you out to make you feel bad or even to get an apology from you. Can I ask...you something though?’ I slightly nodded my agreement. ‘I want you to tell me the truth. Why did you change your mind? I mean it couldn’t be that you didn’t like what was happening. To put it bluntly, were soaking wet. And then…and then…you just…stopped.’ ‘Is saying I was scared a good enough answer?’, I asked trying to keep my tears at bay. ‘Come on.. It was located at theopposite end of the mall rendering it unsuitable with the time allowed.The other I was not at all familiar with. It was listed as an upscaledepartment store fortunately located just down the hallway so I decidedon that option. Hurrying into the store I found the directional signsindicating women's lingerie on the third level meaning so I had to takeescalators up two levels. Exiting the escalator, I found myself in aworld of feminine extravagance, racks of bras, panties,. ‘Duh, sorry – I meant to say titties, obviously. Boobs like this are titty material. It won’t happen again, sir.’ He didn’t seem to care – sir was already busy taking her breasts (fuck, no, her titties) into his mouth. She delighted in the rapturous expression on his face. Every guy in the world wanted to do what he was doing right now. This was why she grew them to begin with. For him. They were big, beautiful, perfect fucking tits. (She could probably call them that, in her head. Sometimes.). "He left with my clothes in hand. I stood there, in just my heels. My husband is a kidder to say the least. I also wondered what I would do if anyone else came up there. I put that out of my mind because I knew he would be back in a few minutes. As it turned out he went down to our apartment and had a couple more beers and then fell asleep on the couch!I sat in the corner for about an hour. It was well after midnight and I thought everything was quiet and it was safe enough, so maybe I could.