She was spilling out hot delicious juices. Licking her gently and quickly I finally tasted her wonderful cunt. She squirmed. I held her hips in place ...while I started to lick her rapidly. My tongue glided over her clit so fast she barely had enough breath to moan. But she managed to moan a little and still tried to squirm as the pleasure was too much for her body to handle. For a moment I stopped and she relaxed, thinking I was letting her off easily. But I was not. Before she knew what was. Just as I expected she was drenched in sweat and there was a huge patch in her underarm. I asked her to come with me to one of the garment shops, picked up a top for her and asked her to try it on. While entering the trial room I told her that I would be in the adjacent trial room and after removing the top she was wearing She has to pass it on to me in the next room. She became shy and said no. I reminded her of her promise. She shyly accepted and we both went in. after 2 mins she threw me her. .." she hesitated, taken aback. "Well, here, let me check again..." she ran the tape measure again twice over my chest, once above my breasts and then a second time at the fullest part."No... 36... 38 and three quarters ... this is correct. I mean, technically you're probably a B+, or a B++, but you're supposed to round up if you're an in-between size. Why, are you surprised?" I've ... it's just ... I've always been a B," I responded, still trying to wrap my head around this new development. "A. When we arrived at the restaurant our table was not quite ready so we went to the bar for a drink. While sitting on the barstool Erica crossed her leg and exposed a lot of thigh, about two to three inches below her crotch. When she leaned over I could easily look down her top and see her breast. While we were waiting she received many appreciate glances from men in the bar.We were escorted to our table by the head waiter who had been into the bar to check Erika out several times. We were given.