" That sounds like an awfully specific scenario, Sandy, are you surethat's our predestiny?"Sandra nodded solemnly and then more jocular. "It happens a...l the timesin sports movies these days. Ooh, that gives me some ideas of things wecould watch on our first date. It'll be educational." First date?" _Dave_ had of course noticed when Sandra had moved in withhim that his step-daughter was a beautiful full-grown woman in theabstract, but Dave had two failed marriages, including with Sandra's momwho. He pouted, then handed her an envelope and marched off, his nose in the air. She peeked inside the envelope. Five grand. It was all there. Cash, like she asked for. She grinned, her foul mood eveparotating. She slipped the envelope inside her costume, and began to undress. She folded the glittery nonsense neatly, and packed it into her overnight bag. She stepped in front of the mirror, admiring her naked, full breasts. "Very nice." said a cold, clear voice behind her. Cheryl whirled around, but. Although I do try to look women in the eye when I meet them, I always spare a surreptitious glance towards their bust line, trying to gauge their size and imagine their feel. Susan was- and is- a very well-endowed woman, vibrant and gorgeous. Starlets half her age would kill- or at least undergo surgery- to have curves like hers. But as I jacked off, the image in front of me faded. I began, without wanting to- in fact, trying hard not to- imagining it was my mother in that same dress, glorious. I entered the club and looked around for what I had hoped would be a contact. I then sat down at the bar and after ordering a drink, looked around again and this time I spotted an older man looking my way. When my drink arrived I picked it up and walked over to where the man was sitting. "May I join you?" I asked and he motioned for me to sit down. I did so and after a quiet minute, "You look nice" he said to me and I was hoping this was his lead and so I returned the compliment, "Would you.