“Let’s start with names,” He offered his hand again. “I’mRobert.”“Hi, I’m Diane,” I shook his ha...d a second time. “Glad tomeet you more formally this time.”I repositioned the towel so he could sit down next to me.He sat close, right up next to me. I distinctly rememberour thighs touching. His body towered over me. Even inthis seated position, he was so tall my eyes only came upto his neck.“Where’s your. I would go along with it and sometimes ‘Ham It Up’ but never really tried to purposely flirt with her. We danced sometimes and I will admit there were brief moments where I’d end up getting a good stiffy as she would move about my body.On one particular night, it was business as usual at the bar. I was quite lit and would rock out a few tunes at the microphone and she would egg me on. I would purposely try not to overdo it with her in case her girlfriend would get jealous. The last thing I. I hugged her body. She was crushing her magnificent boobs on my chest while rubbing her hands all over my back.I couldn’t kiss her due to the strong smell. So I was grabbing every body part. Her boobs were huge, maybe around 36D, but firm like meat. I crushed them in my palms like pressing a horn. She was rolling her eyes upwards, enjoying each moment.Her partially closed eyes gave me more confidence. I removed the already fallen pallu of her saree and made her only in the blouse above. She. She continued, "You know, some women are attracted to older men."Margie's pose brought her large breasts forward and up. She twisted, left to right to left, so that they could be appreciated in three dimensions. At the same time, I observed that Bill had found the zoom button, and had zoomed in on the breasts. He must have felt safe, since Margie could no longer see the computer screen from her location. I could see the outline of her bra under the top. I could see the location and size of her.