’ I wondered how she could pay. She didn’t have a purse. Her pants didn’t have a pocket and neither did the pullover. She pulled her arm back in...ide the pullover and reached into her bra. Two seconds later she withdrew her hand and a VISA card. She smiled and said, ‘It’s safer there than in a purse.’ I said, ‘This may be the first time I’ve ever wished I was a VISA card.’ She blushed just a little and then looked me in the eyes again. Seconds passed. The waitress took the card and the bill. Kim. "No clue, here come with me I think the owner of the farm is still here. She makes all the deliveries herself right now" he said leading me into the back. Moving between pallets and dodging stockers with carts who looked high as hell we finally got to the loading dock. My jaw dropped as I saw the woman signing the paperwork in front of an old 50s style milk delivery van. She was a tall blonde bombshell with the largest tits I had ever seen. She seemed to tower over the teenage boy who was. I looked at her and I couldn’t help myself as I looked into her green eyes. I kissed her one more time.This time she didn’t stop me. Our mouths opened a little and our tongues met for the first time. We made out for about 5 minutes, and that when I decided to go for it. I put my hand on her tits and started to squeeze them lightly. She didn’t fight it. I pulled off the covers. She was wearing a black nightgown. That was about 2 inches above her knees. I looked at those nice big tits and you. It was not much weight and not much material in her hand. While dressing she realised that it was quit tight and let the half of her ass uncovered. At the front, the strip of fabric was cut low and just covered her pubic area. She pulled her stomach in and closed the button. Now he gave her a top with spaghetti straps. It was backless and she had to unravel the wearers when putting on. The front was wide and low cut. The few fabric fell casually over her breasts and stopped just below it again..