.. pervert?” she asks, her voice dropping to a mere whisper at the last word, and she looks around ostentatiously. From her position, I know she can...see the people around us, those soaking in the neighboring tubs, possibly people going to and from the showers. Their presence has been on the back of my mind, of course, but it hasn't bothered me. I am submerged in frothy water, after all.And the more important thing is – she's still here. Standing somewhat awkwardly in the middle of the hot tub,. Picking it up, I tried to bounce it and it hit my foot, and of course it got away from me and I had to chase it down.Handling it awkwardly, I tried to ignore the cameras being focused on me. Dropping the ball on the grass I kicked it the way I'd seen soccer players doing it, sort of nudging it around the field. The grass was cold under my bare feet. The breeze was playing with my tits and my pussy. My tits were jiggling, and I was waving my arms to keep my balance. Cameras were all around me,. "I wanted her to get me the matching bra, but she said my titties wern't big enough."As he watched, she untied, and opened her shirt."Do you think my boobs are big enough for a bra?" she asked, cupping a budding busom in each hand.He piched his lip, and furrowed his brow, as if closely studying her perky little breasts.Finnaly he said, "You could probably use a bra, but no use spending a lot of money on one that's only going to fit for a couple of months. I reckon by next year those are gonna. (I’ve had many hotel breakfasts since then that were a darn sight worse, and some better, mainly because they did offer more choice.)There was a large bowl of tinned grapefruit slices on a side table, together with two Tupperware cereal containers with what looked like Cornflakes and Rice Krispies for those who wanted something different. I did overhear one of the other guests asking for, and getting, a small pot of coffee – he’d obviously stayed here before and was getting preferential.