I knew then that he had to know who I was. There was no way his mouth could not tell the difference between B-cups and no cups. He was completely unfa...ed. He must have known all along that it was me and he was treating my boobs like objects of worship. I could barely contain joyous laughter as I thought of myself, the ugly swan with the pear shaped body and clownish face as a sex goddess.He must have sensed that the dread was gone because his mouth left my happy tits and went back down my. "It's Laurance the French pronunciation," he said."So what does her plumbing look like?" I asked with a giggle."I'm sure it is just like yours dear, now come say hello then leave us alone to finish our meal. And you owe me a hundred bucks," he said with a laugh.Tiny Dancer was older than Bernard, hell I was older than Bernard, and Laurance could have been my mother. Nonetheless she was gorgeous, The dress she wore fit her like a second skin. Not tight, it just fit her trim body perfectly. I. This had always been my favorite way to suck on her tits. Releasing her melon, I grabbed the other one, pulling it toward my mouth. Then after poking her nipple into her skin several times with my tongue and feeling it pop back out each time, I again sucked her tit into my mouth, this time biting down gently on her nipple. It struck me at this moment that each of her massive breasts was larger than both tits of most women combined! Damn, was I a lucky man. “Oh,” she said in a barely audible. .”Just then Kate had an idea and asked, “Was Jessica sick?”The other person paused before answering, “Yes ... yes, she was ... some kind of cancer...”Kate felt like she been punched in the stomach and could feel the tears coming when the voice continued, “But maybe I shouldn’t be telling you this. How do you know Jessica anyway?”Her throat constricted as she said tearfully, “I’m a longtime friend and couldn’t understand why she didn’t make it to her grandfather’s funeral.”“Oh, I am sorry, but I.