I stared because I hadn’t never seen another woman’s breasts but my Mama’s and Amber’s when she was younger but they weren’t proper breasts ...because she was too young at the time. Mrs. Blissitt’s breasts were smaller than Mama’s but then again, most women’s breasts were smaller than Mama’s so that won't sayin' much. Mrs. Blissitt had some fine jumblies.“Ahhh, that’s better. I feel like I was standin’ in an oven all day. I don’t care if you stare Scott, get used to them because you are gonna see. It was truly a meal to remember! Both the food and the conversation were a delight!After a lot of arm-twisting, Alice let me help wash the dishes. I was invited to spend the night in an unused bedroom, so I couldn't ask these nice people for more. The next morning after breakfast (I had grits!), I rode with Bob to pick up his gear from his dead horse, and then rode away, happy to have had such a joyous interlude.The next three weeks were just the next three weeks. Nothing worthy of note. Thank God I still had the sheet covering my otherwise nude body becauseat that moment a very large muscular man walked in. He wore a tightblack t-shirt and black jeans; it was obvious he was in excellent shapetoo. As he walked across the room smiling at me I began to feel verytiny. This guy seemed HUGE compared to my current body.Not knowing the much about the current situation I just stood up,holding my sheet in place as best I could. He walked up to me and calledme "babe" or something and. All of it the scandalous sign of pure sex and satisfaction. And that is what he came for.Her body swayed with the music, the tempo sexual and intoxicating. Her arms flew above her and suddenly two arms engulfed her. She smirked as she pressed her firm buttom against the body. Male. Hard, muscled, male. He instantly was aroused, his cock pressing against leather pants and satin gown. Her breath caught as he pulled her closer, their bodies meshing on the dance floor. He ran his hand in the slit.