My eyes immediately switched from Matt talking about opening day at Lambeau Field, to this lovely naked woman, who just dropped that cotton wrap, now ...nveiling her perfect curvaceously shaped body. “Do you want to have sex?” She asked, my eyes glued to her ample natural breasts, size 36D. I think my wife has the most amazing breasts. Of course I’m bias. I have done just about everything to those hangers; licked them, sucked them, fucked them – (only a couple times, but she tends to get more. The gentleman gets up to fetch drinks. I deftly activate the camera of my phone, and hide it under my arm, upon which is resting my blushing cheek. She lifts the middle of her stretched tights up a bit and I snap a quick picture. I'm suddenly very grateful the flash was turned off. Pardon me, I'll be right back.I nearly fumble my phone in the toilet stall, but my cold sweaty hands finally manage to open the picture. Much of her pussy is obscured behind her hand, but her gleaming pussy hair is. His tongue flicked over my nipples, making me writhe in pleasure. He kissed down my stomach to my skirt. He pulled it down and moved his head down to my panties. He kissed my pussy through the fabric, hinting at what was to come. I pushed down my pants, willing him to take me there. He ran his tongue over my pussy, circling my clit. It drove me crazy, My hands on the back of his head pushing him into me. His hands on my hips, holding me down. He pushed his tongue inside me and then. He pushed his horse on through the crowds, and as he got closer to her, he could hear the jeers. Some remembered why she was there, calling her a murderess and an arsonist; others were simply caught up in the bloodlust of the thing. He saw a woman dart forward and spit at her, screaming incoherently about her three dead children, but then there was another, older woman who mocked the size of her breasts. Some bowed before her, taunting her status. ?Hail her ladyship,? they said before covering.