.. " I take it they get annoying?" I asked still looking her in the eyes.She sighed. She had put up with my lack of confidence for so long I was sure ...she was reaching the end of her tethered patience. Then she said, "Actually, they do."I shook my head. I didn't want her to suffer for my desires, but before I could say anything she jumped ahead of me."No, no, they um ... I don't mind them. The size. I mean, I don't think anyone I dated before you ever wanted them this big. Guys just seem to like. It was about 2am and the place was closing down, all the bands were packing up and the bar was closing; everyone was leaving through the big gate. Some, however, were staying behind to talk to friends or just hang around drinking. I was standing next to the band tent when my old school pal walked over, we shook hands and within seconds were laughing about good old times, that is until he saw an old friend/lover. He walked over to her and I followed, seeing that she was with another woman. The. But I have to tell you, my pussy is all wet from listening to you, I am just too tired to do anything about it right now.’ She said as she tugged at a lock of hair on her left side. It was matted and acted like she had gotten something in it that had dried there. ‘What is that stuck in your hair?’ I asked. ‘Did you slop around some ice cream or something while you were in the throws of passion last night? ‘Its his cum.’ She said offhandedly like it was an everyday thing. ‘What do you mean it is. A lace garter belt held up thigh-high stockings.She wore no panties over her freshly-shaved pussy. His eyes ran down her body. Over her soft, round hips. Past her shapely legs to her high-heels.Then back up, lingering on her breasts. A heart-shaped white gold pendant hung from a lace choker. Her hair was still pulled back, but Bailey had put on a thin veil that fell down past her shoulders.In her hands, Bailey held a small bouquet of flowers. She stood there expectantly, a far cry from the shy.