My nipples tingled, sending a wave of heat right down to my pussy. The man groaned as he watched me knead my tits, the top of my dress sliding down, c...ming closer and closer to popping out my tit.“See, these aren't anywhere near as firm as those melons,” I giggled. I cupped my tits in my hand, lifting them up, the fabric of my dress almost stretching down past my nipples, and proffered them to him. “You try.”“You want me to squeeze your melons?” the man asked, looking around the store. “Yes, so. I told him that I had never had anything like that happen to me before.He asked me, "Boy, you mean you ain't never come before?" I says, "I come over here, and I come to school. What you mean?" Old Charley, he says, "I mean when that stuff shoots out of your pecker." Now, I was really mixed up. I thought I had pissed all over his hand, and I was too ashamed to say anything, but he knew. I says I've been pissin' all my life. He says, "Don't be dumb. That wasn't piss that came out, that was. I had to smile at the swearing coming from that face. Especially when she smiled at me.We talked it over without really getting anywhere. It was decided she could have some supper at least, but cold, and Bob would go into B&Q for some chain and a couple of padlocks to keep her secure overnight, once she’d been taken to the loo.We washed up (Janice hasn’t spent money having the dishwasher repaired), then Evelyn and Sofia led me upstairs while everyone else retired to the Common Room, apart from. ‘It’s considered bad etiquette to ask a woman her age,’ she replied. ‘I…I’m sorry,’ the young man said, reddening. ‘I…’ Joanne was touched by his discomfiture. ‘Larry, I was just teasing,’ she said. ‘I’m thirty-eight. I was married for twenty years.’ ‘No way!’ Larry replied, looking surprised. ‘You can’t be thirty-eight!’ ‘I am,’ Joanne replied. ‘How old did you think I was?’ Larry blushed and shrugged. ‘I…I don’t know,’ he replied. ‘I…I guess I would have said maybe you were thirty at the.