I figured I might as well go for broke. "And based on the little boy fastened to your breast right now, you've seen a naked man before. I'm more worri...d about why you keep crying, and why you won't talk to me about it."She was quiet for quite a while, but I learned a long time ago that when a woman wants to be quiet, to let her, because she's probably thinking about things. Men tend to do, rather than think, but sometimes thinking is the better choice."I don't want to tell you," she finally. She had cut herself out of my life. It was stupid. I had forced myself back into her life for just a moment, only long enough to convince myself deep in the part that doesn't accept logic, that she was still alive.Well, now I knew, and maybe I still loved her. Maybe I could never breathe the same air again but we were in the same world.It was enough!Life went on. It was August and, as usual, hotter and muggier than hell. Gail as was her habit invited some of the officials highest up the totem. Breath was coming faster. Her heart beat strong in her soft chest. "I'm getting turned on," she told him. "It's getting nice in my cunt. Would you like to play with my twat a little?" She came upright, standing, her legs spread, her titties still in his hands. His fingers let loose of her big soft boobs. He stroked down along her smooth stomach. He arrived at her cunt. "You bet I would." He worked his fingers under her bikini bottom. "This thing's in the way," he told her as his fingers began. His name was Peter; but his friends called him Big Pete.I smiled to myself, guessing the meaning of that nickname.He poured the whisky and we went outside the balcony, laughing and watching at the crowd. Victor was still out of sight…Some guys looked up and saw me there; they yelled at me to show them my tits… I smiled and turned to look inside.Big Pete sat in a chair looking at me and he finally asked he wanted to see my tits. Without any hesitation, I pulled up my blouse. He reached out, put.