After that first kiss she placed both of my hands on both of her breasts. They were a little smaller than her sister’s breasts but she herself was s...aller too. I massaged them for a while and then Michelle pulled her dress up above her bra and let me see them. I ran my hand over the flesh that was not encased in her bra. It was soft and firm at the same time. She then lowered one of my hands to her pussy and pulled her big granny panties out giving me free access to her womanhood. Her dress. Her breasts were a perfect C cup.Her face, hidden from men's view, was her best feature. Alive with smiles and twinkling eyes, it revealed a sexy and intelligent woman, a woman who enjoyed her life and its pleasures."She's always made my cock hard," one of the men whispered to the other."Me, too," was the reply."Hi, Mrs. Brown," one sang out.Jean Brown jerked up to see who called her. Gracefully, she pivoted with her back toward them and refastened her top. The thong bottoms revealed her. Carol laughed. “Groovy!”She also realized as she turned sideways she had amassive ghetto booty.She laughed again, smacking her ass. “This is somesurreal dream,” She said, shaking her head.She retrieved her clothes, seeing no panties Carolslipped into her super tight bell bottoms that showedof her “new” ass. The shirt was so small for her gianttits Carol had to tie it under them, most of them ondisplay. But what did she care, this was a dream.Under her clothes. She’d told me Beverly Hills, of course. It wasn’t soon after we’d entered the club that we found ourselves with Paul and Angela, although I’d wished to avoid them if at all possible. There were a lot of people there, perhaps thirty or more just in the common area, the large open space around which all the smaller rooms were situated. I’d excused myself to use the restroom as soon as we were inside and felt no embarrassment at all having to ask a woman I didn’t know to unzip me. ‘This things are.