He saw that she was wearing a white blouse and he thought “WOW.” He knew he was wrong when he had guessed at her breast size. He would now guess h...r breasts to be in the thirty eight D-cup range. They were nice and he couldn’t help but wonder about the size of her nipples and if they were sensitive.The waiter appeared and took Jules’s drink order.”Taking his eyes off her breasts Adam said, “Other than you being Rose’s daughter that is all I know about you. Can you tell me more about. Was it the way her high heels made her legs and rear end flex? Was it her swift tempo that made everything move just so? Something always drew me to her ass and always had me dreaming of things I could do to that sexy thing. I remember what she was wearing the day she interviewed; a form fitting business suit (skirt instead of pants), buttoned up light, pink blouse that struggled to hold in perfectly shaped breasts. At one point, walking by her, I recalled glancing down to her chest to see. She couldn't take her eyes off it. She had leaned her head down slightly to get a closer look while running her hand up and down the entire length of it. He had to fight the urge to grab the back of her head, and pry her hot warm mouth open with his cock. But he had to let her go at her own pace. A few moments felt like an eternity. He wanted to move forward so bad, and was desperate to speed things up. Her head was now bent further down, maybe six inches away from his cock."You look like you. It felt amazing! I was sitting on a public bus, looking up the skirt of a gorgeous girl and wanking my cock furiously. It only took about a minute before i needed to cum, so I opened my jacket and got ready to shoot my warm load all over my shirt. Just as I was about to cum, the girl got up, pressed the button and got off of the bus, needless to say, I was devastated. However, this is only where my story starts to get interesting. I was so in to what I was doing and what I was looking at, I had.