" Psh, this is what he actually wears, Wonder Woman wears way more than you are," I retorted."Well, I didn't hear anyone complaining," she replied."Yo... won't hear me complaining either," I said back. It felt slightly inappropriate coming out, but she didn't react to it.We settled in for a moment and listened to the noises outside. More cops had arrived, and they were still rounding up people. I wasn't sure if my closet gamble would work, but I hadn't heard any footsteps close to us yet. My. But whatever happened, the next few months seemed to have a little more potential than it looked earlier in the day.Monday rolled around inexorably, as Mondays have a way of doing. Now that she was getting her internal clock a little closer to local time, she only slept until about nine or so. Her folks were both at work when she got up – Mondays were a big day at the Record-Herald – and she lollygagged around the house trying to figure out what to do. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to get. You know, it just happens. She has tiny nipples, well-suited to her breasts. I feel like a mountain compared to a molehill, with my big jugs. Often I wished for smaller breasts - the freedom to roam braless without the annoying bouncing. She casts a smile again in my direction and lies down, so I close my laptop and decide to lie down and rest also. I feel her stirring beside me and open my eyes to see her poking her pinkish skin on her breast, watching it turn white from her touch, and then. I felt my excitement level shoot up when Josh pulled up and parked in front of À Son Insu. I smiled at him and said, "Thank you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about this place."He chuckled and exclaimed sarcastically, "I would never have guessed!"But then he said, "It kind of turns me on that this place excites you as much as it does. I like a girl with a dirty mind."If that didn't describe me before the night of the poker game it certainly does now.We went inside and found a table with.