She promised, but who knows? Anyway, once dressed, she looked stunning. Her legs looked spectacular, and the dress hugged her ass in such a way that i... almost made me cum. Her braless nipples were quite noticeable through the clingy fabric of the dress, and they were already standing at attention. As we pulled up to the Hilton downtown, Anne Marie gave me an inquisitive look. What are you scamming? She asked. Nothing, baby. I just want to have a few drinks in the hotel bar. I lied. Actually it. One thing she neglected to mention however was if she’d had any relationships. I decided to pick this up and have a few digs.“Sooo . . .” I asked slowly, “You had any friends?”“Not really,” she started, “I mostly kept myself to myself,” then, “Oooh, you mean . . . oh,” realisation dawned on her face, then worry.“Ryan,” she said, “There’s something you should know.”“What?” I asked quickly, jess was like a sister to me, seeing as my other one now lived in Mt. Olympus.“Well . . .” she said. I thought it should be mentioned. "You want me to leave?"She read my mind, "No... No!" Well let’s put on some music!" she replied. She got up from the Laz-Y-Boy,turned off the tube, and went headfirst towards the record collection. Albumswere subsequently strewn across the floor. She found she wanted.She awkwardly removed her top to reveal at least a 50DD bra which, withdifficulty, contained two titanium-sized melons. She began to dance. Herstomach wriggled with each gyration, moving with the. ” While doing this I would be belting the top off my cock and telling her how hot it all was. A little deviously I had measured my hands and found the non-dominant one was smaller so that was the hand I used to finger her. As mentioned previously, she wasn’t real keen on copping fingers, but whenever she complained I would explain that since my cock was tarped up, my fingers allowed me to feel an intimacy with her that I otherwise would miss out on. I would also assure her that I didn’t.