I noticed that he seemed to be coming by more often then he used to and after talking to him, he told me that he wasn't having a very good sex life wi...h his wife, as she didn't put out as much as she used to and hardly ever gave him a blow job. Well that would make anyone feel bad if you were used to getting all those things, pretty regular as I was, as Louie loved sex as much as I did. He told me he really missed fucking Louie and he was sorry he ever had hooked up with Ruth, as she wasn't as. ." she stopped suddenly, her hand on my back."Mark," she asked, "are you wearing a bra?" Umm, yes," I admitted faintly."Can I... Can I see your tits?" she asked. A hint of the old gleam was starting to creep back into her eye. I thought of all the times I'd seen hers and reached down to slowly pull my sweatshirt over my head."Wow," Julie said when my bra-encased titties were revealed. "Can I touch them?" Well, ok," I said, "but be gentle. They're really sensitive."Julie's hand reached out to. It’s getting late, ‘where is he?’ You wonder as you take off your shirt and bra opting for a lacy cool tank top and your favorite bed time shorts. Naked looking down at your breasts you realize how good they look and think you understand why all men obsess over them. You cup your breasts with both hands squeezing them, enjoying the warmth coming from your own hands, you drag your fingers up to your nipples, the memory of him grasping your body with your nipple under his tongue flashes into your. She went into the dressing room and John and I sat on chairs right outside the door. Carol accidently left her door partially open while she changed. John and I could see her undressing and putting on the bustier. When she had it on she opened the door. For her own reasons Carol had also taken off her shorts and was walking around in skimpy G string under her pants.There were several other men waiting for their wives and girlfriends. Carol stood outside the door, her tits on display for all.