“I know. I’m not very big there.”“No kidding?” the man said mockingly. “Would you dare go with out it?”“No, not in public.”“How ab...out in here?” Derek watched the youngster grit her teeth in a grin of consideration, even as her cheeks reddened. “Just for me?”“Okay, I guess,” Helen whispered. Now things were going in the right direction.“Great. Want me to do it?” The girl nodded and he leaned back to look her. “Now, how do we go about it?”Turning her back, she allowed the man access to the halter. She was dressed casually, but impeccably in a cream cashmere sweater, nice jeans and classic leather loafers. The sweater clung to her every fold, the deep V-neck plunging to show her tremendous assets. The soft fuzz of the sweater created a softened aura of femininity around her large jiggling flesh. I caught my buddy, Tom, staring at her mountainous breasts in amazement as she slid into the front seat and greeted everyone. I made the introductions and they all exchanged pleasantries as I. I smiled, without opening my eyes. “Speak, my child, and all your sins will be forgiven.” I said, expecting Sharron to tell me that she had spent a ridiculous amount of money on a pair of shoes or a new bag, or something. “Well.” she said, “You know that the thought of me with someone else really turns you on?” “Yes.” “And the story I told you about the guy from the club was probably one of your favourite stories?” “Yes.” I said again, hoping that she wasn’t going to tell me that it wasn’t. I couldn't resist. “Maybe a little.” I wasn't lying.She started to rub my crotch again. “Did you take a shower last night?” she asked.“This morning.” I moaned. I was getting hard again.“Good.” she smiled. She leaned back again and started to unbutton her shirt. That was her secret weapon. Her amazing body. She pulled her shirt open and exposed her flat stomach and amazing breasts which were tucked into a white bra. Her tan breasts were threatening to spill out of the tight D-cups. “Do.