Betty agreed to look after the group when there wasn’t a wave happening. She was actually the Sunday School teacher for the church, and knew most of...them already anyway.The timing of the pulse had been somewhat fortuitous, as most of the children of the town had been involved in after-school activities like sports practice or day-care at the school, which was outside of the affected area. Those children were showing up at the church at this point, looking for their parents, or often more. She must have noticed me, because she rearranged her outfit to hide her boobs.I was still none the wiser as we finished speaking and figured I'd go elsewhere and hopefully speak to someone I wasn't as attracted to.“Is there anything else I can help you with?”She asked.I was probably never going to see her again so cheekily I said,“Yeah, you can pull that top back down so I can see those tits before I go”I was ready for leaving, after being such an arsehole, but as I was about to turn around she. I had not done up the zipper on the side and the dress hung part way down my breasts. Thank goodness I had my lacy bra on to cover the majority of my breasts. Before I could move away from Vincent he had moved his long muscular arms around my slim waist and to my surprise had unfastened my bra. “Vincent! What do you think your doing. Your girlfriend, my daughter is just down stairs not to mention my husband.” I said trying to keep my voice down. I could feel my nipples harden though. He had no objection to their rough language or the fact they were all drinking the hard stuff from bottles hidden under their vests. It was the sort of behavior that irritated most of the older generation but he didn't find fault in it because it reminded him of his own actions more than a half century ago.He listened to their conversation with no sign on his weathered face that it made any impression on him. It was easy to ignore the pointed references to his useless value to society because.