” I nodded and she stood and quickly pulled off her pants revealing a shaved pussy and then moved to her shirt as though it wasn’t even a thought.... She pulled off her shirt and her size c breasts sat perky out from her chest. It was wrong, but my cock got hard just at the site of her. “Now your turn”, she said sitting back on her bed. I sat up and pulled off my shirt and then slid off my shorts letting my cock stand up in the night air. “I’ll be quiet,” she said. “Just do your thing.” I began. As we chatted, it became apparent that her mind was as sharp as a whip, I honestly felt out of my depth. The bell rang signalling our return to the theatre.She finished her expensive champagne and said:?I owe you a drink, meet me here after the show?. It was not a question.We returned to our seats, then the second half of the performance began. It was impossible to concentrate, instead of being lost in the music, my mind turned over this bizarre event. It’s too good to be true, the first. "Oh fuck," she whispers, and steps on the gas at the waiting green light.Putting her left hand on the wheel, she carefully conceals both breasts with her right arm and starts talking to herself. "Did I just say 'fuck' again? I've gotta stop doing that. And what does she mean I'm 'like a whole new person'?" And with that, she puts her right hand on the wheel also and briefly glances down at her nude breasts. "My tits are as firm as they were twenty years ago. I'd like to hear Tracy say that with. "Jenny nods, "Sure. Thanks. Oh, by the way how was your Russian trip?" Oh, fine. Chance to meet some old friends. That seems so long ago now! I've had a lot on my mind for the past few months..." Angela looks a little wistful, Jenny thinks. This is very uncharacteristic but she's soon back to the one thing she talks about best: work. "Some interesting new research is going on too. I'll let you see if you read the proceedings. Some of the methods being discussed might be relevant, when you come.