"And this, dear sister, is why I am the story teller, and you merely my attentive and delightful audience. Your imagination can be so… vulgar and pr...dictable at times."His comment was rewarded with a disdainful sniff, accompanied by a small frown, which he ignored as he continued both his tale and the stroking of her bared thigh. "As I said, there was a puppet maker who lived by himself upon the edge of town. He’d once been married, but his wife had passed away long ago. Broken hearted, he’d. "Its in front, Much easier access" I said laughing. He went back to kissing me and finally got my bra off and threw it aside. he watched as my tits bounced out freely, nipples erect and all. As we kissed he massages my tits and played with my nipples. I pushed my self away and floated in the water. He was looking at my boobs the were perfecly floating on the top of the water. He swam uder me and kissed my back under water then came up and kissed me. I just smiled. I got up and asked,"Do. You pretend you don’t care...” she stuttered out as he brought his hands up to cup her breasts. He turned her around so that she had to meet his startling green-gold eyes, “Every minute is a struggle to not give in to my desires. If I give even a little at work and look at you I am afraid I will end up fucking you on a meeting table.” With that, he recaptured her lips as he pulled down her thong. She pulled off his towel in response and he was as hard and ready as she had remembered. Pushing. I said ok, but on one condition. She asked me what the condition was. I told her that I had always fantasized about seeing her naked. She was shocked by my revelation."Are you serious? Im an old lady. I would never have imagined that you thought about me like that."I told her I did. What happened next will be burned into my mind forever. She stood up in front the chair and stood very close to me. She grabbed the bottom of her tight tee and pulled it up, over her head, exposing her white saggy.