Later that night we met at the bar. She walked in wearing a tight blue dress. Her tits were still perky unlike her mothers. She didn't need a tit-job....I could tell because she wasnt wearing a bra and they still sat nice and high in the dress. We sat and talked a while and I acted interested in all her bullshit. She showed me her instagram and I told her she should be a photographer. She was terrible at it but I was determined to fuck her. The night began to fade and the time soon came. I told. He hugged her gently allowing her to cry on his shoulder before escorting her to the couch. He sweetly held her as she cried and kept the tissues near as they watched her favorite comedy. She was able to laugh a couple of times before she fell asleep in Barry's arms. Lily woke still being held. She took a breath and kept her eyes closed. Part of her had always wanted this moment and part wanted to let him rest. She laid there just wanting to melt into him when he gently kissed the top of her. And even as he moved toward her, he knew that neither of them had been merely teasing.To let him know she meant business, Jane shrugged out of her blouse as Henderson approached her. She had been waiting twelve years to dosomething like this - and now that the time had come, she was going toenjoy it.Henderson was amazed at the size of her tits. Jane had always walkedaround the office stooped over, evidently to hide her generously endowed chest. Now, standing straight, her tits jutted to immense. Okay, we now had a working hypothesis, but what were we going to do with it? I announced to Rachel that I had suddenly become very interested in taking a look at those swamps to see what I could find. Rachel reacted with horror! She rightly pointed out that I was considering doing something very dangerous, bordering on the suicidal. I assured her that I would be okay, but she was too concerned for me to be willing to work with me on this.I had now reached the point where I had to trust Rachel.