"Ahh, sorry..." I began but she cut me off with a hand wave. She shrugged. "I don't care. My boobs have been seen before. By a lot more people at once...than are in here. I hit Mardi Gras every year I can. I get lots of beads," She said with a smile. Picking at the wet material of her shirt she pulled it away from her skin and let it drop. It went back to outlining every curve she had including two, very hard nipples. She shrugged again in resignation, "At least I'm wearing a shirt." Grabbing. She checked on him daily and was relieved that he would recover. She, too, was worried about Cynthia in all of this. However, her biggest worry was that Camirra was internalizing things and blaming herself. Her granddaughter was very sensitive, and something like this could push her over the edge. Darius knew he had to calm down. He had too. Cyn needed him to heal. She needed him in her corner. He was worried. Cyn could not come see him unless she was released. He prayed that they would set. )She called Jennifer again, and then Ginny, and then Callie, all with the same result. Afraid to try Sonja, Hannah poked the Uber app with a fingertip and logged her petition.Please, she pleaded silently. I’ll be a good girl today, I will. Any throwing up was done last night, and I am in anything but a joking mood today. I promise a good tip, and you can even stare at my boobs without reprimand. I promise. Just please, someone pick me up!A minute passed with no reply, and then a second; the app. "She sat back up and used her hands to smear his cum all over his chest. Then she transferred it to her breasts and rubbed them, trying to pinch slippery nipples while her hips went into overdrive, whipping back and forth.It was his cum that did it. Just the knowledge that she'd made him that happy made her happy too, and she held her breath as a monster orgasm fairly wrecked her loins. Her arms went up and her hands flapped like she was trying to make chicken wings as her belly rippled. Then,.