"She gently slapped her breasts on the sides, making them wobble again.My voice came out in a reverent whisper. "They're beautiful. God, they're so be...utiful. But why... why are you showing me your breasts?" You sweet boy. It was my fault you bumped your head, so I felt it was only right to make up for that. Do you like them?"I couldn't take my eyes off of her breasts. I couldn't breath. I felt my penis throb.Finally I said, "Hell yes, Betty. They're fantastic. I've never seen..." Hold still,. It was after she leaned across the table for the third time that I slipped off my flip-flop and slid my foot up her inner thigh. She was startled a little but was still sure that I wouldn’t do anymore. She was so sure that she actually spread her legs a little while still leaning across the booth.Sitting there with a raging hard-on, I made up my mind to wipe that grin off of her face even if I didn’t get any the rest of the trip. I quickly moved my foot up to her crotch and with my big toe,. .... I thought I saw pink flesh, no cant be, I'm hallucinating. Then she did it again but kept then there and sure enough I had a clear eye level view of the most beautiful pussy lips I had ever seen, then she opened them even wider, by this time my cock had pitched a tent in my pants which had not gone unnoticed. Then she undid her blouse and her large round boobs sprang free, her nipples pointing straight at me as if they were going to shoot me, seeing my fixation Miss Stone said I could feel. So I decided to see how things played out.Perhaps sensing I was still not quite sure about his proposal he saidsoftly "Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the bed and relax," Iclimbed on to the bed and lay across it on my side, one hand supportingmy head. Touching the long hair of my wig I became intensely aware of mytotally feminine appearance. I looked down my body at my pretty blouse,the classic skirt, the seamed stockings and high heels. Underneath, Ifelt the straps of the basque and.