Herbreasts were large by any standards and especially so ona female swimmer. Her upper body strength wasproportionately well developed to overcome the...dragproduced by her generous mammaries. Despite extra tightswimsuits and other attempts to minimize theirdeleterious impact, her breasts remained obstacles to beovercome. But only in the pool while swimming! On datesBetty’s breasts were NEVER an obstacle and ALWAYS led tofaster action!Julie and Jennie quickly skinned out of their wet. After taking her for drinks & dinner one night, it was obvious to us both that we were ready to take it further. Her mother was looking after her kids so she came to mine. My suspicions and fantasies were proved right. Mrs Yates had tattoos on her thighs and lower back. She shaved her pussy and enjoyed being taken from behind. She also moved a mirror so that she could watch us. We had quite a night.We awoke naked next to each other and enjoyed the fact that it was Saturday morning and she. I shook off the feeling and stuck two fingers in her jeans pocket. The license was there, and I straightened up with it in my right hand. "Get up and turn around," I ordered. Not waiting for her compliance, I turned her around and placed my left hand on her chest, pressing her against the cruiser's front fender and leaning her backwards to keep her off balance. In the meantime, I examined her license.The next few moments will remain with me as long as I live. I took in the information on that. He was working me with rhythmic strokes, enjoying the feel of each other, the smell of our union, the sounds of our bodies. Knowing the pleasure we were giving each other was only adding to the immense pleasure. That was the key. We were doing this together, for each other. United, as one. Our bodies joined in the deeply intimate, infinitely pleasurable dance of sex. And not just bodies. Not just any man with any woman. "Alicia," he whispered against my ear. "Yes!" He kissed me deeply.