Well, we're all men of the world, and of course comin' from a rather superior breed of men like the English, well, women all over the world just can't...get enough of us. It's a fact that they'll always go for the ones to give 'em the best brats - Darwin said it all, just like animals really.Still, enough of this! I'll get started.We were settled into our usual corner of the bar and there had been a deal of chit-chat about little in particular, the weather, bit of gossip, well not really gossip. Vixen stroked her firm breast until her nipple hardened and then tried the whole process a second time. Her areolas were small and pink, and this time half of the left one showed against the black of the fuzzy sweater that stretched between out between over-sized jugs and hung down over her finger tips when she let it.She smiled at herself, feeling aroused. Even with her over-sized and silicone-improved jugs, she seldom wore a bra, and usually enjoyed the stimulation her sweaters gave her. I started helping her in all the house matters, and she also started accompanying me where she went…. We sat next to each other in the bus and my penis started troubling me, i could not sit in one position and was continously changing my posture, i think she realized that but i did not look at her, when we were about to cross the road, i caught hold of her hand. But i noticed that my fingers were infact touching her boobs…We again travelled by bus and the same continued that night i told i had. My eyes kept wondering away from her face, down her silk smooth skin. What shocked me was there is no bra holding up those breasts of hers. They were young and firm enough to do that all by them self. Those 34C's where holding up her dress. One could not help but stare. My eyes continued downwards waiting to glance at her legs. Her slightly tanned skin showed all the contours of her legs. I remembered she was talking to me and on the way back up trying to reach her eyes I got stuck on those.