She had pulled the straps of her costume off her shoulders, and was wriggling her arms through so the straps hung loose by her sides.“I’m sorry, A...nie, but I just have to do this,” she whispered.And she pulled the front of her costume down, letting her large breasts bounce free - so much bigger than mine, but still firm and well-formed. I couldn’t help staring, taking in the dark nipples and the large areolae. With one hand, she rubbed and squeezed at them, her other hand still playing with her. It was bringing nutrients and oxygen to the lake below. I noticed moss, mushrooms, and fungus growing on moisture sodden logs. They were completing the process of breaking down the dead wood into a source that could be used by new life and future plants.Here was an example, right in front of me, of the cycle of life. Things lived, served their purpose, and then died. After they were gone, new life would spring from the matter that they left behind. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that I. "Sure...that sounds great. Meet you after work?"We decided on a small restaurant that had a quiet bar, just a couple of miles away, and agreed to meet there at 6 o'clock. I could feel my hand shaking as I hung up, since I knew that I was going to take a pretty big chance.I got there a little early and waited in my car until Lisa pulled into the lot. When I walked over to where she had parked, she stepped out, flashed that gorgeous smile, and reached out her hand. I took it, said, "Nice to see. 'When you were all born with cunts, the arrogant, good looking ones.' 'But I'm not arrogant.' 'Yes you are.' 'No. No I'm not. You don't know me.' 'But I know your type, you're all alike. Entitled, you think you're entitled and you're only entitled to my cock. Oh, yes I know you and I'm going to, and so much better, deeper, ha ha, that you'd ever have imagined. Deeper, yeah deeper, just think of cervix and womb.' 'No, but I'm not.' 'You see, you can't.