The audienceloved it all, except for our two friends. Each time I looked over atthem they either had a disgusted look on their face or they appeared ...obe making fun of the performers. June leaned over to me and she had alsonoticed the discomfort and bad manners of our admirers. Soon it wasintermission and went back to work taking drink orders and eventuallymade our way to the 'boys' table. They were standing up to leave and sawus approaching. Roy turned, saw us approaching and undressed us. When he was of course not given Holly’s hand to shake he compromised and grabbed at one huge fleshy mound. He got as much of the soft flesh in his hand then, gripping tightly, began to shake it just as one might a hand. Holly’s tits were so battered that even the slightest touch would have been painful so Jeremiah’s vice like grip was agony and was once more met with a tortured wail. This sound clashed with the hearty laughter from Jeremiah. “Thank you very much titty,” Jeremiah roared with. She closed her eyes and searched her memory trying to remember when she had touched herself last. It was so long ago there was no memory to conger up at that moment. She pushed the covers aside and lightly touched her skin with the tips of her fingers, beginning at her shoulders, down her arms over her breasts, pausing there to gently tease them. Her fingers lightly tracing over the mounds of her breasts then circling each one which caused her to get goose bumps all over her skin, the sensation. Standing right in front of me, stuck naked was my boss, the boss! I started to walk out, and she held me back. "What's wrong with you" she asked. "You've seen your wife naked, haven't you?". You are not my wife Mrs Butt", i managed. "Call me Anna" she said, reaching out to take my hand. I begun to sweat on a cold winter night in Berlin. "Mrs Bu..' i barely begun. "...Anna" she shouted back, and i froze. She pulled me forcedly to her and i landed on her chest. Awesome! I always had fantasies of.