” She took another drink. “They know me. They wouldn’t judge me too hard. I’ve done worse.” She offered me the bottle out of courtesy, knowi...ng my answer would be no, before taking another drink. “But clearly, you already know that. Was it this mysterious ‘grapevine’ too, or is it one of them?”“If, hypothetically, it was one of them, would I have to say which one?” I asked.Taylor grinned. “You’re making this too easy for me, Quinn,” she told me. “No, you don’t. Okay, so one of them blabbed to. I gently slipped them down her legs to the floor and she kicked them aside. That accomplished, she raised one foot onto the couch, giving me much better access between her legs. As I gently slipped my fingers into her wet slash, she pulled her dress up and off. Her hand slipped around to unclasp her bra and drop it to her carpet. Lynn now stood completely naked in front of me. I gently slipped my left hand up her stomach to caress her full breasts, while gently probing her pussy with my. I went out the back for a breath of fresh air and immediately threw up in the rear yard.That certainly helped a bit but I still didn't want any more booze, so I decided to go for a stroll along the beach to clear my head.I walked along in the surf, not caring that my shoes would be ruined, or that the spray was soaking me through, I walked and I thought. I thought about what we were doing here, how we were getting involved with Dave and Molly when the reason we'd come out here was to be with. Squaring my shoulders had pushed my chest tighter against the thin cloth of my cheap t-shirt. Instead of accentuating my resolve to assist, I only managed to divert their attention to my HH-cup boobs.Having guys stare at your boobs gets awkward. The speed with which it gets awkward is in proportion to your bra size. Bigger boobs justify longer stares. Girls learn to cope with the implied flattery. In my case, the awkwardness can run on so long it gets funny.I wanted to snap my fingers and do.