" Angela replied, smiling faintly. "What did you say back?" Well, I didn't say anything! I just walked away! Honestly, this sort of thing still happen... to me and I'm thirty-eight years old. It must be these big titties of mine that does it. Of course, you have the same problem!"Janet took a long look at Angela's ample tits and the two mothers shared a long laugh as they reached for more donuts on the coffee table between them. It was one in the afternoon and Angela was enjoying her usual coffee. She'd seen her doctors about the problem, and they had no explanation for her unusual medical state. Marla felt like killing herself, though she knew suicide wasn't the answer and she'd never seriously attempted it. Her whole future seemed hopeless.Her husband Bert had died two days before, leaving her uncertain how to carry on. And she couldn't retire for another seven years, longer if an increase in the retirement age was on the horizon, a plausible concern.Marla was strolling down the street. Jue a dirty nasty boy aren't jue? Come.... Help me wit my close. She grabs one of her baskets and tilts her head towards another for me to grab. Jue come follow me now. I grab her basket and follow her to her apartment down the hall. We walk in and she sits the basket down in front of me having her ass face me. As she bends over the high pajama's she has on rides up the crack of her ass and that's when I realize no panties on. She looks back at me while still in the bent over position and. We finished eating and decided that what we really wanted was each others bodies. she didn't want to go back to her place and i sure as hell wasn't going to take her back to mine. dont forget i didnt tell her i was married. so we decided that we would get a hotel room. we make it to the local small hotel and i pay for the room. all this time i have yet to kiss her full lips.we get to our room and i pick her up and carry her over the threshhold. she had never been with an indian and i had never.