‘You like ’em?’ She asked, wiggling her chest, and thus her medium-small breasts, back and forth, like bait for a lion. ‘Yeah.’ I said stup...dly, grabbing one and squeezing it, rolling my thumb across the nipple. She smiled. ‘My mom has huge tits.’ She said, quite matter of factly. I wasn’t sure how to react. My first thought was why ain’t I fucking around with her then, but my brain filter kicked in and I said ‘Oh?’ ‘Yeah. Huge. I wish I had tits like that.’ I pinched her nipple. Me too, I. But they surely knew in advance what my reaction would be to all this stimuli. If they don't mind if I have an orgasm why should I?"How would you like to be paid to come here?"That distracted me slightly and caused me to look away from the woman in the alcove. He can't be serious!He smiled and continued, "We're always on the lookout for another waitress. It takes a special kind of woman to work here because of the ... unusual atmosphere we provide. Because of the nature of the entertainment. Worse than suddenly feeling that I had no friends, it turned outthat the notification was a photo tag. A photo tag from Katy.I clicked through to the photo, and instantly checked how public it was.I didn't want my friends seeing tags from her, after all. I wasrelieved, then, to see that she'd set me as the only person who couldsee the photo.The relief was short-lived, however, when I looked at the photo. Iprobably wished that I hadn't.It was a photo of her timestamped to September, standing. "Do you need any help?" No, I'm okay." Davy handed the man a $5 bill for a $2.50 fare. "Keep thechange, and thanks for listening." He got out of the cab and walked slowlyinto the Park.There were a lot of trails leading off from the south entrance. Davy tookone of the less used ones. It was a small trail that meandered through theunderbrush. Davy walked slowly to conserve his energy. Besides, he likedthe way the cool fall air was bringing out the colors to most of the trees.Then suddenly,.