Gina finally takes her hand off her mouth and bursts out giggling. “I’m sorry, Jason. I honestly thought you made the whole thing up just to get m... out here with you.” As we walk closer to the spot the girls vacated, I notice something peeking from under the sand. The old Greek blanket. “Wow! Just like you described,” Gina says. “Have a seat,” I offer once I’ve brushed off the sand. Gina gracefully lowers herself onto the blanket, somehow managing to keep her legs demurely pressed together. She said are you sure and she stood up and let her robe fall open. He looked at me and I said that it was up to her and him. She walked over to him and stood in front of him with her firm young tits right in his face. She said go ahead and feel them I won’t tell. His hands were shaking as he reached up and touched the soft flesh of her breasts. She said you like that don’t you? He muttered out a yes. Do you like my pussy? He looked down at the soft pink folds of flesh between her legs. She said. The prostitutes had moved in a few years ago when the neighborhood had begun to deteriorate. A lot of the long time residents were outraged, but two of the "ladies" who shared an apartment, had come into the store and struck up a conversation with him while selecting a puppy. It was then he had come to realize that despite their chosen profession, they were people just like everyone else. He had gotten to know them each by name and they had come to respect the widower who made no judgments of. She cheated and dropped a hand with seeming negligence to his lap to find her own confirmation. She smiled as only a woman could smile, having proof she was in fact desirable.They got up from the couch and she helped him tidy up, taking the detritus to the kitchen. He called the driver and was told the car was ready: the driver had judged the hour to be late and had anticipated being called. Rob helped her with her coat then put on his own. They walked the stairs together to the front. They.