By now I had got used togoing in a stall and shutting the door where I could pull down mytrousers and knickers without anyone seeing.I wore a tough pa...ir of tough denim jeans and although I hated them themost of all I wore a slinky little thong so as to avoid the possibilityof anyone seeing a tell tale pantieline through my jeans.When the women had got us our soft drinks. --Men had been banned fromdrinking alcohol in public. -- Bobby and I sat down to discuss thelatest soccer game. I still. He twisted around a little, to keep his fingers working on the first nipple while he moved to the other. He took his time playing with her breasts, using his mouth and both hands, to the encouragement of her increasingly incoherent moans of joy. He stayed doing what he was doing for a few minutes, if for no more reason than it was enjoyable of itself, and it seemed to him like she was enjoying it, too. As he continued, his hands went to the surgical tape supporting her breasts. As unnoticeably. She wore a loose-fitting 49ers jersey that evening: the dual threat that both exposed her perfectly tanned legs and just barely concealed the more exciting areas of her body. She leaned forward, quite literally diving into bed next to me, and for one moment the v-neck swooped low enough to reveal one brown nipple. “Did you steal my pillow?” “No, it bounced off the side.” As she turned around, her jersey rose, and so did I: beneath a thin layer of jersey mesh, my forbidden dream girl was. Normally these T-shirts came down to just above the knee, but not when Lena wears them. After the shirt had covered her enormous breasts, which now slowly swayed hypnotically as she walked, and had cascaded over her huge arse; the hem ended up just below her crack.She came around the table and stooped to kiss my cheek. She said, "Good morning Annie, how's my favourite squeeze this morning?" I tried to respond but I nearly choked on my cereal. She moved to the counter and popped some bread in to.