"Oi kid, when's the gaffer coming?" The first driver shouted,"You're talking to him" Frank said from behind him where he'd been watching since they pu...led in,"What, a fucking kid?" he looked amazed and when I strolled up and asked Frank if he fancied a cup of tea in the cafe, his face fell even further,"What about my load?" and Frank laughed,"That fucking kid, as you put it, is about thirty years younger than you mate, but about forty years ahead in maturity, now you either get that boat. Before he could refuse, she took his glass and was off. She needed an excuse for her to go into the house and use the bathroom. The lush grass tickled her bare feet. In the bathroom she pulled up her skirt, pulled down her damp Brazilian undies and got the toilet paper. Wiping made her tremble with pleasure –- and want more. She slipped her panties off, balled them up and stashed them under the sink. She sat for a moment, thinking about the week between her last meeting with Kevin and tonight.. What the fuck just happened to me?" Leaping from thecouch had produced a foreign sensation as my chest pulled oddly downwith the new weight. I reached up and grabbed my chest, realizing forthe first time what had happened when my fingers sank into the softflesh of two large breasts. I could feel the color drain from my facewith the realization. I grabbed both sides of my shirt and pulled itopen, ripping the buttons off. Greeting me were two large breasts whichshimmied back and forth a bit. I have to admit that once she lowered her scented French undies, I was lost in a world of carnal bliss and my enthusiasm was equally shared between my lusting, sinful soul and my sense of what romance would be like if I was so inclined.Of course, I had a girlfriend to my credit during that period of lust-filled nocturnal adventures.Her name is Nancy.At least that is the name I will use with a writer’s freedom to improvise because if I used her rather unique real name, her pair of big brothers.