Turn the fan on and get undressed. So I did, when my shorts came off she looked and said, I thought you had a nice one. "you think you are going to fu...k me dont you? " I said no, just lay with you like you ask me. Well you are not going to fuck me, you are only 2 years older than my son. Thats wrong. I am just going to keep you company for a while and I will leave. She placed her head on my shoulder, at that time i was nearly 6 feet tall teen age 15. She kissed my chest and looking at her great. I had three (just three) dates, all with debutantes undecided on what they wanted to do with their lives, and worst yet, undecided if it was time to lose their cherries.Maybe they were too well trained (as in: get a commitment, get a ring, get blackmail photos), but my blue balls were nowhere near as patient. Self abuse and passing marks were (sadly) my best course of action. Maybe I'd do better during sophomore year.I went home for the summer and what should I find?There was some hottie that. Good looking smooth talker and obviously a very big strong man. He was very interested in her. He had been watching her for a while from accross the bar and he was waiting until she was good and drunk before he made his move and then he got up and went over and sat beside her and began to talk to her. He looked at her tits and cleavage as she was talking, he thought how nice it would be to grab those titties and to suck on them. He noticed her wedding ring and thought, well shes married but. We went to my suite, I removed the wrap from her shoulders, and headed for the mini-bar. There happened to be a split of champagne in the fridge - I thought we should toast our new connection. Popping the top of the bottle preceded the popping of her dress top. She wore a lacey 1/2 cup bra, and her generously-sized tits just lay there - on display for me. As I handed her a glass of champagne, I leaned down and gently kissed each of her tits. She sighed. I was enthralled.Our champagne didn't.