He knew exactly what she meant but asked anyway, "What do you mean?"
"I mean me." Her statement was level, serious.
"You?"
She removed, her suit jacket and undid five buttons one after the other down her white blouse. Without hesitation she opened the blouse to reveal the lusciousness of her bare, large-nippled breasts.
"Yes, me."
Alan stared at the soft, meaty t**s and felt his c**k growing swiftly in his swimsuit. They were absolutely beautiful jugs with pure white triangles of untanned flesh framed by the gold of her chest and stomach. The n*****s were a lush pink and appeared pulpier than Teresa's. The breasts tantalizingly swayed before him.
"You mean ... ?"
"Exactly," she interrupted. "Promise me you'll leave her alone and I'll show you a time you never imagined possible."
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