” The bottom however fit fine - what little there was of it. To call it a low rider would be giving it too much credit for decency.To be honest this...part of the story isn’t leading to any great climax, my wife’s tits never fell out and no one that I know of got a good close look at them, but I’m including it but I’m including it because I took photos of Julie in it, and because it was an unexpected bonus outing that started our weekend with a rush. Julie was pretty embarrassed about wearing. An hour and a half later we had turned in Hannah's rental and were headed west.I could go into nauseating detail about the conversation during that first leg of the trip, but I won't. Instead I'll just hit the high spots.Such as Hannah's opinion that the reason Caitlin had fallen in love with me (her words!) was that she hadn't had an adult, male role model in her life. Chad's death had left a hole in the family that had never been refilled. So there had never been a man for a little girl to. She was looking at me intensely. I lit the surface of the tobacco while taking small puffs. The taste was a bit dull. I proceeded again. This time, I produced a lot more smoke. I then tamped the burned tobacco, and proceeded for the real lighting. The room quickly filled with thick smoke as I was puffing on the briar. I took a few more puffs, and looked at her. She was amazed. Even more, I was sure she was completely aroused. I could see one of her hand playing with her crotch under her gown.. "So, finally I get to meet the stowaway." Stowaway? This is her boat. We stole it." Our boat now. And she's along for the ride." Holly, please. Stop it."The blonde paused her fingers, pulled them to her nose, sniffed them and smiled, held out her hand, "oh, fine, Gene. Fresh sample?"Gene shook his head, for the moment revolted by the young woman's wanton display. Sofija never budged, might have been sleeping. Her large almond-tan breasts jiggled as the boat skipped across the waves, the woman's.