"I told you," she said. "I'm magic. My clothes aremagic. Now, you--or, rather, your breasts--are magic, too."Tiffany cupped her enlarged breasts in he... hands and squeezed them.They were real, not an illusion. They were genuine, not a fantasy."Wow!"Charisma?s hands swept over Tiffany's breasts. The enchantress' long,slender fingers curled as they compressed the silken mounds, makingdeep indentations in the ivory flesh. Tiffany moaned, letting her ownhands fall from her bosom as she squirmed on. The guys who were cruising were older, my preference.I looked in a booth showing a straight video, and a guy in his mid 50s was stroking his cock, which stuck out from his shorts. He didn't try to hide anything as I stood in the doorway, so we made eye contact and I slipped in the room and closed and locked the door behind me.Not a word was said; I dropped to my knees and took off my glasses. He slipped his shorts and underwear over his shoes, revealing a nice, smooth, plump cock. I also caught. Later that day, she asked me if we could go and see where her mother and grown up. "Sure, where was that?" "A town called Cowley." "What? Cowley?" "Yes, do you know it?" "Well, I know a Cowley. It’s a part of Oxford" "That's it," she said, "Ma told me it was a village really which had merged with the town." "What a coincidence. That's where I lived for a few years, a long time ago." "Well, at least we will find the right place." So later that week, we drove out and found what Cowley had. He drank at Charlie's Corner because "they had an understanding"; they had a deal. Growing up, every son had a deal going with dad. "I'll throw a ball with you later if you don't tell your mother about going to A.J.'s Go-Go Lounge" was the usual deal. "Change the oil in the car and you can have car Saturday night before your brother asks." When he offered that deal, life was sweet. Those were good days back then."No problem, Dad. I'm ready to roll." Brendan wondered if A.J.'s Go-Go Lounge was.