A couple had slid into the back row, middle aged (just over 50 I was to learn), but both in great shape and both with bleach blonde hair. He was tall,...muscular but thin and she was about 5'5", short bob haircut and had her stripper tits out on display. She wore a vote dress that tied at the front and had been loosened enough to let those braless puppies out.After being rejected, the man who had propositioned me slunk away and left me with a clear view of this couple. They both seemed very stiff. “Be damned,” cried George, “we kin match coins fer ‘er.”She looked quite young, certainly less than twenty and despite the cool weather, her dress was light, flowing about her legs and revealing her fine body.“Go on,” Michael said it her. “Pick one. Who do you want first?”She put her fist to her mouth and looked about. There she was alone with three randy men, miles from anywhere with no help in sight. I felt sorry for her.“You ‘is doxy?” George asked her after her patted her rump.She shook her. "Oh Tommy, my Samantha is pregnant," she cried leaning her head on his shoulder."Oh no, she's what? Fifteen?" he feigned concern while gloating inside. His plan had worked. He'd gotten the mother and the daughter pregnant. This was his crowning achievement. "Did she tell you who the father is?" He already knew the answer or she wouldn't be talking in a normal voice; she would be screaming at him."No, she won't tell me. She says that they're in love and want to get married." Is she going to keep. I could see her enormous 44EE breasts, as she lay naked with such elegance, with her legs spread apart, her beautiful pussy agape, and I could see the wetness through the big brown bush…her breasts were beautiful, they hung over each side of her body like big bags of water, and I would say that they were each as big as deflated beach balls, they definitely looked bigger than they did through her clothing, I was stunned. Her nipples were round and perfectly large and a beautiful pink. Her.