Her husband was as old and fusty as the shop itself; his wife was, well, unexpected. For a start she was from continental Europe, Dutch, if the accent...was anything to go by. He was in his sixties if not seventies, she was much younger, perhaps late forties. No matter, she dressed much older, it fitted better with the tourists the shop 'fleeced'. Oh boy did they fleece the tourists! This was a tourist town. The Castle, a part-time seat of the Monarchy was only just up the road and everything. On the other hand, I was a career technical engineer for an internationaloil company. Graduated from Georgia Tech, my professors made sure I would makethem proud. They helped me get a great job with an oil company in Houston.It wasn't much of a stretch for me as I was used to being surrounded by menall day long. My ego was in no need of stroking. A petite minx, I had a wild mane of wavy chestnut hair that framed my delicateface. I loved my hair this way; it was a symbol of my spirit and my. But it's hard not towalk that way, my hips have grown so big that it throws me off balance ifI try to hold them still.It's really tempting to get out of here to get to a doctor, but I justcan't do that to them. They ought to be able to give me something to fixit once I get home, anyway. At least nobody here acts like there'sanything wrong with me. I'd be terribly embarrassed anywhere else, butnot here.June 17, 2000Chiacl actually grabbed one of my breasts through my shirt today - theydon't. “Ohhhhh,” Abby groaned as Davey filled his hands with her ample tit flesh. He began slowly kneading the soft mounds as he hunched his hips forward, pushing the length of his cock upwards and capturing it between her ample ass cheeks. His slippery fingers began playing with her erect nipples as the hard shaft of his swollen prick glided over her puckered anus, causing tiny pangs of pleasure to emanate from the sensitive area, and the dull ache deep in her groin to intensify.While a few men had.