She nodded.“Guys like boobs.” I looked at her. “It’s just that simple. There might be some idiot out there who might not fall in love with you... boobs, but I doubt seriously that you could find him, even if you tried.”“Do you really think so?” she asked.“I want to see them,” I said, testing the waters.“For your project,” she said.“No, just to see them. I’ve wanted to see them for years.”“Get out!” she whispered.“But you don’t have to,” I said. “That’s the important thing for you to remember. You. In words. Words fail before the wonder of urgent, pressing conjoined shared genitals. Ella was a sensational fuck and she really enjoyed it. She had a cock gripping pussy that provided continual rising male satisfaction with each of my generous thrusts.My hands kneading and sliding over her smooth enticing skin... as I nailed her.Pleasure apportioned equally by nature to a man and a woman. No more. No less. But we were both embracing the exponential bliss for two in the minutes of its binding.. That didn’t matter. All that was of concern was satisfying this new found sexual inquisitiveness, giving vent to the adventure they felt and experiencing the buzz of going outside their sexuality comfort zone. Guy’s hand moved again, softly sliding up Adam’s leg. Not all the way, not to where he wanted to put it and not to where Adam wanted it, but far enough to indicate his intent, sufficient so that, with just the merest further movement, the side of his hand would nestle against the bulge. Jan's youngest was ten. I wondered how she looked when she was my age and if it took her a while to get to what looked like an impressively fit body. Later in the night, I told Jan how great she looked in her dress, especially her boobs. She told me that she had them done a few years ago and offered to show them to me later. I was intrigued and somewhat turned on by that offer, although I'm not sure if she was serious. She had clearly been enjoying the wine too and seemed like she was having.