That's what you saddled me with, David. Guilt. It's your fault. It doesn't matter what you call it, regret, ruefulness, shame at doing things that cou...ins should never do, it all boils down to guilt, and I feel it deeply. It shakes my soul. You wonder why I feel guilty? Let me tell you. You probably have no idea how it all started, so I'll tell you. Remember that summer we spent together at Grandma Reese's? The summer when the thunderstorms never came and the heat just built, day by day.. OOH! I know! It was John Hancock. I remembered cause his name has Cock in it. Very good, Chris. Lois says as she reaches in front of her bra and snaps the hook. The bra begins to separate, and her breasts are unleashed into the world. Chris cant help but to stare and drool mindlessly. B-B&hellip,Boobies! He stammers. Yeah, they do look beautiful, dont they? She says. And if you get the next question right, you get to touch them. Now, how did the Gettysburg Address start? Chris begins to think. The group doing the tour didn’t seem to notice the bus driving off.We rode for maybe half an hour before coming to a city large enough that it had some subway tunnels. Amelia must have gotten exfiltration details that included boarding the next subway train that arrived. The train was empty, as was the station, which further let me believe whoever made this plan was very good at getting things how they wanted. Our ride was longer than I expected too. We did pass stations where people were. They were doing a poor job - probably intentional - of hiding their lusty admiration of her body. Her bikini wasn't much more conservative than those of the daring girls frolicking in the sand or the lake. Though she was pushing forty, Liz had the benefit of good genes and regular exercise on her side. Her ample bosom and lush figure never failed to attract attention.It was finding time to pursue the possibilities that was the problem.Giving a nod and a grin, she answered, "Mmm hmm."The pair.