On her visit to Geneva in the early fall, tired and sick of the business life, she had met Johannes after a long week of meetings and discussions. He ...had picked her up outside her hotel on a gloriously sunny morning and driven up the western shore of the lake, past the airport."Where are we going?" Helen asked."I thought you'd like a change," he answered cryptically. Eventually they turned into a park-like area beside the lake.There was a marina and one of those lakeside restaurants with a. He slowly reached in again, undoing one more button; even more slowly, she removed his hand again. Like a stuck record, the identical motions were repeated over and over.It was not difficult to understand the young man's fascination with what was under Heather's blouse. When she had arrived, it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra; her large, firm breasts stood out proudly from her magnificent 18-year-old body. I suppose I stared, but she didn't seem to mind. As we walked out to the car,. Like an inflatable doll. Instead, she moaned with pleasure. She enjoyed the foreplay as much as the actual coupling. She was just a tiny bit on the thick side, like his Mom, and even, to him, softer. He leaned down and picked her up by the waist. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms went around his neck to kiss him with all her might. Her tongue was in his mouth as much, or more, than it was in hers. She was grinding into his belly with her mons a she kissed him. One hand was still. It was time for the "big one."I started again, and described my conversation with Snipe as best I could reconstruct it. Again, Ernie didn't seem to react to what I thought would be a real shocker and he just sat, concentrating on my face, saying nothing. Strange?When I finished, I let out another deep breath, as if I'd been holding it since I started with my story. Perhaps I had."Well," I finally managed, "What do you think? Am I ready for the rubber room?"Ernie didn't say anything for a few.