Exiting the tunnel I looked back over my shoulder and he was looking directly at me and asked if we were nearly there, yea mate 2 minutes will see us ...here. I had a quick glance and saw him fumbling with her shorts and her tit was back in place. We got home and I opened the rear door. Looking in it was obvious that her shorts had been pulled back into place but he had left the button open, hope you didnt mind I undid the button after you told me it looked like she was getting cut in half, mate. Many times, she was groped and fondled as we made our way through the revelers. She didn’t mind at all, apparently, as she really got into the Mardi Gras mood, earning her beads.Eventually we found ourselves back under the balcony where she had first flashed her breasts to the college guys. Since all she was now wearing was the mini-skirt, she had nothing else to flash the boys. They were begging her to show them more, so she looked at me with her beautiful eyes as she unzipped the side of her. We started chatting and I asked her if she mind me to get my towel next to her and she didn't mind it so there I go... More talkings and she said at some point that 'her boobs are hot' (I was thinking fuck yes they are haha), she was grabbing her boobs and I'm like, 'let me see', (I put a hand over) and she had that huge boobs that couldn't fit on my hand. Amazing. We continued talking and I say to her, 'damn I'm getting a boner' and she was like, omg thanks for the flashing haha. We were. After six months, he proposed and in another three we were married. I can still remember the nights he would lie awake by my side calculating figures in his head, and the morning I would wake up to the smell of coffee but he would already be gone. He was trying to get his first book published and I was amazed at his endurance and strength. It far exceeded what I had inside of me but he had a passion, a level of desire to be better, no the best at everything he touched. Including me. Smiling.