I said, “They are small.”Brenda lowered her T-shirt with a huff and said, “I said mine were nicer, not bigger.”I knew that I had blown my only...chance to see her tits again so I said, “I’m sorry. I’m such a jerk. May I see them again? Please!”Brenda smiled and said, “As long as you said please.” Then she lifted her T-shirt right up over her head and stood just out of my reach.I looked at them and said, “You are right. Your tits are nicer.”Brenda corrected me and said, “They are called breasts. I didn't mind waiting; it made me want him more, and I was positive that he would fuck me.My slit was on fire, and he hadn't done it yet, because just like him, my desires to do it became more robust as well. Mine got stronger than his quicker, but nothing was going to make me push him.His chest surely got more than a dose of my bosoms, but an all-you-can-eat buffet, so to speak, because I knew they had touched every square inch of his chest within five minutes. I was positive that added. You knew she was gonna get attention by guys tonight. You were getting hard just thinking about it. Both of you left the house and drove to the bar.It was the same crowd as usual. The bar flies, the k**s drinking for what seemed to be the first time. Even the little old couple in the corner that have been going there since it opened. You both took a seat at a booth, one on either side of the table. She faced the pool table and the toilets. You faced the front door, and the big TV. You were. I gotta tell ya, she looked a lot different than she does when she comes into the store. Instead of her usual business attire, she was dressed in a very skimpy pair of shorts and a tight silky shirt that was tied just below her tits and only a couple of buttons where keeping it together. My eyes almost popped out of my head. Good god almighty, her legs were amazing, tanned, shapely, and seemed to go on forever. Her boobs looked even bigger than I had imagined, and her nipples were perfectly.