I asked if she needs help back to her flat. She accepted since no one was around. I lifted her and asked her to put her hand around my shoulder so she...will get support. Then I made my move. I put my hand around her waist just below her blouse.Since she was sweating and wet. I was not getting a grip of her and she was slipping off and tripping. Then gradually lost my grip and my palm was on her left boob and she was least bothered due to pain. They were so soft as cotton candy and as smooth as. ‘John? How much time do we have, and what is he talking about?’ ‘About 50 minutes, and you’ll see. It’s kind of a surprise.’ John’s voice seemed to light up as he walked over to the parking lot and brought out some boxes. Clanging, he moved them to the tent, disappeared behind the curtain again, and talked to Catherine as he got suited up. — As John finally emerged, he seemed to light up the room. His armour was amazing. The sheen of the silver was contrasted nicely with the black coat over it.. When reunited she loved to tell me in great detail about her sexual exploits. Whom she had fucked, how big or long his cock was, how it felt sliding in her pussy, the size load he left in her, how she sucked his huge balls, or how she begged him to fuck her in the ass. But she always made a point to compare them to me, me and my "worthless pathetic sissy dick" as she referred to it. But as humiliating as it was, I began to enjoy listening to her tell of her sexual encounters with others. In. She cleared her throat and asked, “would you like to have a drink?” I had to laugh. Hell lately I couldn’t even get the fat girl down the street to take me out. How in the fuck would I ever get a goddess? Dreams are not real. They say that men have hundreds of erotic thoughts a day. For me this was one of them. If it weren’t for the breast-feeding mom across the street I would have been out there yanking my chain. Yeah, right out there at the bus stop. I bet I could have cum with one or two.