Lisa had chosen several cute bikinis but and was trying them on; she would always ask me to help her fasten the tops. This particular one was bright p...nk and barely covered her huge titties. She asked me if it looked ok and I told her it did except some of the lining was showing. She tried to tuck it in but couldn't. She turned to me and asked me to help her. This was the first time that I had ever touched another girls breast and the experience was great. I walked up to Lisa and with my index. Levy said as I leaned against the counter, taking a sip of my drink.“Who would have known that Santa had something much nicer than that in his pants?” one of her other friends said, netting her a few laughs.“Agreed! Santa is quite sexy in boots and tights!” Janice added.“Oh, yes. If I weren't married, dear, you'd be in trouble!” Mrs. Levy said as she ran her hands up and down my body from a distance.“But looking never hurt nobody,” I said, tipping my glass to her.“No it does not! God knows how. Having enjoyed a bounteous half-hour among the suds and the equivalent time doing her hair and painting her nails, it was almost as if she was preparing to go out on a date. Ready at last, Emma addressed the laptop with a deep inhalation. Yet sadly there was still no show from her elusive suitor, forcing the wanton nurse to go randomly surfing the net in search of fulfilment. Yet, even the more extreme porn sites with their quasi-rape and domination themes did little to satiate her burgeoning. A nose stud rounded out the look. We took to chatting with them immediately and found that, aside from being married, we did have a lot in common. They were less new to the city, but also outsiders, and they had struggled to find other people in their situation. Given how packed it was, we ended up spending most of the night dancing with them (losing our host sometime around 1). At the end of it all, we found ourselves grabbing a late night drunk slice and planning our next outing. We decided.