But, when a waiter came by, I got embarrassed, and pulled out my hand. My face must have been bright red.He quickly put his hand around me, put his li...s on mine, and put his tongue in my throat. He seemed to want the waiter to see us embracing. While I was still recovering from that, he told me he would be right back. He got up and left, and returned in a few minutes. I kept thinking about his dick. When he was back he whispered to me to meet him in the restroom and walked in that direction.. I don’t think he ever understood anything that I was studying. Not that he was dumb, but he worked on the ranch next door more than he studied until he was eighteen and entered the service. He was smart, but he wanted a son that was smarter and that went to college.I did, but I didn’t finish—not right away. Dad was in an accident the summer between my freshman and sophomore years as a Cowboy at the University of Wyoming. In the fall, there was just too much to be done on the ranch, and all this. Solon continued to question Krista about her sex life by asking, ‘How often does your husband fuck you, dear?!?’ ‘Almost every night,’ she answered between gasps, ‘he loves fucking me!!!’ ‘As well he should, my dear, you have an almost perfect vagina,’ he replied, ‘and any man would be proud to call it his own, but another question please, does he suck you too, I mean along with his fucking does he orally satisfy you?!?’ ‘God, I’m on fire,’ she moaned, ‘she’s sucking me so well, and I’m so. "Don't you dare."His hands were up and mere inches away from my chest."So how big are they?" he asked again and he put both hands on my chest and squeezed me hard."Stop it, stop it," I cried."So tell us and I'll stop," he laughed and he squeezed me again."Please don't," I whimpered, I was completely broken."So?" he said."I'm a 'C' cup," I whispered."What's that?" he shouted, "a 'C' cup." Please," I whimpered my head down in shame."Fucking ace," said one of his cronies, "Blakie's got 'C' cup.