Once more, Ali took matters into her own hands, stepped to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me soundly."Nervous, huh," she declared in ... quiet voice."Yeah, I am," I admitted."Been a while, huh?" Yeah, it has." Me too. If you're nervous it means you think this is important ... us, I mean."I nodded. "Yeah, exactly right." It is important ... to both of us." Good to know," I said, ever the brilliant conversationalist."I think you could use a drink," she smiled, still with her arms. They opened both our doors and she was helped by one of the attendants. The look on his face was priceless. She certainly did not look her age. As we walked to the front door, she grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her, with my hand landing around her waist. I was loving it! We checked in at the front desk and were informed our table would be ready in 15 to 20 minutes. After about half an hour, we were escorted to our table. The young man that seated us seemed new. He asked for our. A delightful consequence of this was that we spent much of the fitting sessions dressed only in our panties, and I sneaked almost as many glances at Helen’s small pointy tits as I saw her giving my swaying ripe mounds. During that second session, when it was my turn to be on the stool for fitting and measuring, I could see from the corner of my eye that Helen was leaning against the wall to my left, gazing almost hypnotised at my tits and ass. When I turned more away from her, she did not. I got into the habit of stopping by just to chat or sometimes he'd offercoffee. He had an apartment with a kitchenette over the garage and oneday I went up looking for sugar. It was sparcely furnished and thekitchen table had a plastic coating like the ones people use normally forshelves. He'd left his breakfast plates; grease from bacon and eggsprobably and an opened Wonderloaf by the kitchen sink. Maybe it was thisawful scene or the way he was obviously googling at my tits that I leftthat day.