“So what size are your breasts”, she started, “with the stuffing?” “I don’t know”, I said, visibly shrinking. “38C ... guess”. “That’s perfect”, she exclaimed. “I’m 40D now, but I have some 38C bras from before I had Jennifer”, she said. Her voice took a quieter, conspiratorial tone, “and I still sometimes put them on, you know, to make the girls really pop. Hurts like hell, but makes my tits unbelievable”, she winked. “Jessica”, I said,. The old fool thought she was a bit drunk and she played it up big pretending not to notice when he played with her rump and "accidently" bumped into her breast. It was the least she could do to repay him for risking his life to save hers. She looked out over the rail and watched the following birds letting her head roll like a stupefied female and offered her body to act as putty in his grizzled hands. Honey thought it was funny how excited it seemed to make the old man to play with a pretty. Maurine lived upstairs and she rented this basement which was actually above ground at walk-in level. All she had to do was to open an entrance into the basement from under the staircase that lead to her residence above. Now she could keep the door locked from her side above and always remind me to keep my door locked from below. She had a set of stairs descending from the kitchen directly into my open living area downstairs. I had a small bedroom and a small kitchen like facility with gas and. You lead me in and sit opposite me which i think nothing of. we talk about all sorts as we are going, and then you suddenly decide to take your jacket off as your hot.You see me blushing and getting slightly embarrased and say jokingly "Stop looking at my chest pervy" which makes me blush more. We carry on talking and as we are i feel you start to bring your foot up the inside of my leg very slowly. you look at me and give me a cheeky smile and say "oops" as you bring your foot to my crotch..