’ While the lines on her face were those of a woman some ten years older than she was, her breasts were those of a woman of her real age. The reason...that I mention this is that when she pleaded with me to take her with me, she let the sheet that she had held in front of her, slip down, her nightdress did nothing to conceal her breasts from my gaze, and gaze I did. For a woman in her late thirties she was amazingly well preserved, her pink nipples poked at the transparent fabric of her. “Ever thought about messing around with another girl before?” I looked back at her with an innocent smile, as I rubbed my hand on her thigh and said, “Yes, I have as of late. What about you?” Sheri squeezed my leg with hers. I felt her body, her tits press against mine. Leaning in, she whispered, “Yes, Debbie. I have been a lot lately as well.” We turned, facing each other, our nipples poking into each other’s breast. As I ran my hand over her shoulders, I looked into her lust-filled eyes.. Your mom’ll think I’m a bad person for giving you booze.” “This is my last one.” She was on my right side as she leaned over the table to see what I had written. As she reviewed the paper, I reviewed the contents of her shirt. The neckline opened enough for me to see her beautiful teenage breasts gently wrapped in a lacy-topped light blue bra. Each cup held a round, firm titty. I could almost see the top part of her areolas; her nipple protruding out just a little bit. “Good view?” I raised my. And, I was longer and thicker than most men so deep throating me was challenging and not usually accomplished.But the amazing things were her breasts. They were firm for their size and her age and she liked to let as much of them show as she could. Have I mentioned her amazing nipples?I had gotten a few blowjobs through the years and realized some women did it just because they thought it was expected of them. Some swallowed, most did not. Most could not get but the head of my cock in their.