As she approached him with the drawings she dropped them on the floor. Kneeling down in front of him to pick them up, ensured that he got a good look ...t her breasts. Once he had helped her pick them up he had stunned her, by complimenting her on her hairstyle. Hairstyle? Fuck my hairstyle, why aren’t you ogling my tits? you fucking man you, she thought furiously. Then it hit her between the eyes, he wasn’t acting like an eighteen-year-old boy. He was acting like a mature man. When did this. ”it’s my nipples,” she replied sweetly!!! “w-what’s the matter with them,” i stammered!?!” “oh my nipples are always hard and erect, i’m just too embarrassed to show them to you!!!” “jesus christ,” i groaned, “you’re trying to drive me nuts, please, take off your bra, i can’t stand it another second, just look at my cock!!!” “it certainly is big and hard,” she said softly, “that isn’t because of my breasts is it!?!” delirium finally over takes me and i mindlessly grabbed at her bra, desperately. She was in her early thirties, trying hard to look like she was in her early twenties, slim and leggy, and possessed of the most amazing set of silicone tits Frank had ever seen. Her engagement ring wasn’t as large as some worn around the club, being only two carats in size; she made up for it with the diamond necklace, ankle, and tennis bracelets she always wore. Today she was wearing a little one-piece halter top tennis dress, with matching white footies and tennis shoes.“I can give you a. I flinched as I felt her pointed claws press against my belly, contrasting strangely with the softness of her fur. Slowly, lightly, she dragged them down toward my waist. I twitched, watching the outline of her hand glide lower.“You’re so sensitive, monkey,” she whispered. “You don’t mind if I call you that, right?”“N-no,” I mumbled, my heart skipping a beat as the previously insulting nickname took on an entirely new meaning. She gazed down at me, a mixture of affection and mischief on her.