The lights are dimmed, you are staring at my body with avid interest. The beautiful big breasts I've carried all the years since my teens are not as p...erky as they once were, but time hasn’t been so harsh. Or perhaps the fact that I did not bear a child factors into it more. My stomach though no longer flat, is rounded, my thighs flare out in womanly fashion. There is nothing in your eyes that tells me you are displeased or turned off by what you gaze at.You seem unsure though, so I take the. In warm weather, when there is a pasture available for the cow slavesto roam, the cow slaves are put out to pasture daily from after theirmorning milking until the late afternoon. They are "encouraged" toroam the pasture by the cow pokes who make sure that the heifers inpasture "keep moving" throughout the day. The cow pokes also make certainthat the cow slaves do not come in contact with each other while inpasture, assuring that they will not try to engage in human conversation orany other. I could not believe the attention I was gettingover this 50's look. I was enjoying the attention all day long.One of the girls, Pam asked if she could see the bra. I startedunbuttoning my shirt and she stopped me saying, "No not here silly,follow me were it is more private."She took my hand and led me into the women's bathroom. That made me veryuncomfortable, but I could not stop her. In we went, I undressed andshowed her the bra.Pam seemed very excited, loves the bra and saw I had inserts in. “I don’t see anything,” Hansen starts. Elizabeth doesn’t respond, wide gaze on the endless surface. When minutes come and go without another sighting, a collection of sighs begin.“Cut it!” Hansen shouts, the engine dying again.“Can’t we go a little father?” Elizabeth asks.“We risk wastin’ more fuel. If you want another day, we ‘ave to preserve it.” Now Elizabeth joins the chorus, exhaling audibly.“There’s still time,” I say encouragingly.“Not enough.”The crowd disperses, and soon it’s just.