Bob finally found the courage to put his arm around Beth's shoulders. As soon as he did, she thrust her face into his, her mouth slightly open.

Bob proved to be better at kissing than he was at seduction, Beth found as her tongue curled around his.

Beth gasped as she felt a hand on one of her huge tits. Not bad, she told herself as she felt Bob's fingers sink into the softness of her heaving tit.

At last Beth was going to get what she had set out for that evening. Ever since her husband died a few years ago, she'd been in need of more fucking tan she was able to get.

Since Beth was a terrific-looking chick, she had plenty of dates, but mere dates couldn't provide as much fucking as she required. She needed a hard cock to penetrate her cunt at least once a day – sometimes more, so she had taken to prowling the bars in search of stiff meat. Now it looked like this evening's hunting was about to pay off.

"Oh, Bob," Beth sighed. "I love the way you squeeze my tits!"

Bob kissed his way down Beth's neck, then moved his lips and tongue over her chest toward the overflowing tit-flesh. His hand forced more of her tit out of the low-cut blouse.

Beth grabbed Bob's head and buried his face into the foothills of her tits, and she trembled when Bob began fumbling with the buttons of her blouse.

"Um-m-m-m-m," Beth hummed in anticipation of the fuck that was coming.

Kissing the tops of the melons of flesh on Beth's chest, Bob started to open her blouse so he could reach the nipples that were still hiding in the blouse. When the buttons were all unfastened, he lifted his head and opened the blouse.

What he found made him gasp, and Beth smiled when she saw the young guy's expression of delight.

Because her tits sagged slightly, Beth wore a low-cut bra – the type that fit snugly and pushed the tits up. Now, since Bob handled the tits, Beth's nipples were rising over the white cups of the bra like suns rising over a mountain range.