” Laying his head on his forearms, he kept his eyes trained on my unrestrained tits that swayed back and forth, as I sensuously rubbed the lotion on...his back.“Does that feel good?” I asked.“Yeah! It feels really good!” He groaned.“Good. I’m glad. Are you getting hard again?” I teased. “If you are, it’s okay.”“I can’t help it.”“It’s okay, I understand, I like it,” I said as I continued to rub his flesh with the smooth lotion. “So tell me... when it gets hard, do you ever touch yourself down. ) Running out the door to my Mustang, I racedoff to work arriving with 3 minutes to spare.All day at work, my buzz continued. I felt like I was walking on air.Everything just felt so... RIGHT. My boss approached me at the end ofthe day. Nothing unusual in that, as 2 or 3 times a week somethingalways comes up that needs me to stay late or come in early to takecare of.But as Dave entered into my work area, he said, "Don't worry, nothingneeds taken care of tonight. I just stopped by to tell you. "Jeez, why won't you grow a bit more? Still, I can't complain too much since you won't be getting saggy on me like those big tit bimbos."Lily's brown hair flowed down to a little below her shoulders, a bit scruffy from the inevitable bed-head she had every morning. Taking another puff of her cigarette she stared back into the deep blue eyes that looked at her from the mirror. Turning around she checked out her pert little ass and admired it for a moment before an unhappy look passed over her. You get that way when you always live hand to mouth, even if it is by design.We walked to the train station, which was a beautiful example of Art Deco architecture. We both kind of gasped in awe at its surprising beauty. I have since found out that it was main terminal for the Toronto, Hamilton, & Buffalo railway. That would probably explain its grandeur. When a railroad built its home terminal, it was usually designed to be grander, richer, and more impressive than that of its rivals. Egos run.