" He said making me start swooning for him again."Thank you." I said."I mean it." He said."I know you do because I can feel it when you tell me." I sa...d."I hope so." He said."Thank you for saving my life." I said."You're welcome." He said."Oh my god I'm so so glad you're the one taking me to that hospital." I said."I was not expecting my patient transfer to be you at all." He said."Mom was definitely right." I said."Well, we have to get going so tell me about that on the way ok?" He asked."Ok.". But what was most pleasantly surprising was that her boobs were the smallest of all the volunteers and were even smaller than mine. Not that they were tiny, but mine are a B cup and I had never believed Charles when he told me that mine were more than big enough. I mentally kicked myself again because I knew that he always meant what he said and yet I had been unnecessarily insecure despite his reassurance.That insecurity was one of the things that had so frustrated him and caused him to think. Tony reached across Rebecca and cupped his hand to the narrowest part of her waist and gave a little squeeze. "And you," he said looking down at her, "look absolutely delectable." He leaned in and kissed her briefly. Rebecca was having none of it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down. She moaned when Tony's tongue entered her mouth and sought it out with her own. In just a minute she shuddered briefly. She released Tony and sagged back against the lounger. Tony smiled. She was a beautiful blond southern girl with a great hourglass figure. She was about 5’6’’, she had great 36 C cup tits, a firm ass, and great athletic legs. This women struck me like a thunder bolt, and she comes in about two to three times a week just to say hi and maybe take her husband to lunch. She always looks so professional, she wears great form fitting skirts and dresses that don’t leave much to the imagination. The only reason I really go to work is to hopefully get a glimpse of her..