My hand brushed the ruby amulet Sven gave me last night, the treasure plucked from the slaver’s tent. I’d never seen a ruby so large before, the s...ze of a hen’s egg. It swung from a gold chain between my breasts, the faceted faces catching the morning light. I should sell it.But Sven gave it to me. I smiled.After tracing the vines around my left breast, I moved to the other tattoos on my body, the ones I gained as I mastered the arts. I had to excel at three to leave behind my acolyteship and. “Huh fuck me...?” she thought.The stranger had not moved. One hand still on the back of the bench. The other on his lap. She lifted her head to look at him, her still bent double giving a generous view of her breasts. He might not have moved but something was different. Then she noticed the obviously growing bulge in his shorts. He squeezed his hand again, now obvious to her that it was on his shaft. His eyes still taking in her body, undressing her. “That was fast girl, you must have wanted to. I let her battle out the selection for a few protection schemes. That sixteen year old has a degree in electrical engineering." Excuse me. What?!?" Cindy, my wife, was, still is, an unclassified student at Auburn University. She is also a research engineer on a Department of Defense project. A month ago the Engineering Department stated in a letter that she meets the requirements for a baccalaureate in science in electrical engineering. They gave her the degree. When she walks across the stage. I always enjoyed her wearing these tops when we popped out to the pub or for a meal, as I like other men seeing how nice her breasts are.This was our first holiday to Europe together; and as you probably know, a lot of European beaches are topless. Before I met my wife, I had been on a few holidays in Europe and enjoyed looking at the women being carefree, with their breasts out. These are women who might normally be quite conservative, but once they get on the beach, off come their tops. It’s.