Bet her boss loves her. The other young lady brings an end to the slight grin on my face. She is a little older, maybe twenty-four, 5’5”, size 2 a...d brown hair a few inches below her shoulders. With my love of shopping, I have a habit of trying to estimate dress size. She wears the look of a confident and pleasant young lady and I cannot help but stare from a distance across the store. She is wearing a brown skirt, a light green turtleneck sweater and flats. The skirt flatters, the turtleneck. Karen's breasts were beautiful, really stunning. They were pretty sizable, maybe C-cup, and had no droop at all, they were lovely and firm and were tipped with pretty, pink nipples which were very erect. "Oh, Karen, you are beautiful," I said as I reached to her and held them in my hands. "Thank you, Ron, it's nice for you to say that." "Oh, hon, they are just perfect. Can I kiss them?" "I'd love that, yes," and she raised her head back as I bent down and kissed them, first one then the other,. Alan moves his hand slowly down her arm and intertwines their fingers, lifting them up so he can kiss her palm. The feel of the warmth of her body pressed up against his is intoxicating and soon he is lost entirely. He could see himself with a woman like Kennedy as a wife, but she is not what he is looking for. It wouldn’t be fair to marry someone like her to not ever truly love her. That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is his want, his need. It becomes obvious when she giggles as she. Suddenly the massive truck jerked slightly towardthem, but recovered quickly. Truck drivers were morefocused on driving than most people.Kathy started by pinching and pulling her nipples,just like Ginger had. But that wasn’t good enough forthis stretch of the bet. So she lifted her left breastto her mouth and began tonging her nipple. After amoment or two she took it into her mouth and sucked onit.Even from the driver’s seat Ginger could see the truckdriver transfixed on the free.