Tits before my very eyes

Driving by on Friday afternoon for the first time in maybe a year, I noticed a new outdoor enclosure. Thinking it might mean my first time to touch tit in months, I pulled the wheel to the right, zoomed cross the right lane, cutting off some poor civilian, and made the turn into the lot in time.

They call it a "patio," I call it better than nothing. It's a fenced-in enclosure outside the door. Maybe 20-25 feet in length and 8-10 feet wide, there were five or so high top tables - all empty. Your $10 cover gets you water or soda and the right to get up close to two girls in lingerie or bathing suit. One looks okay. The other you would say doesn't unless you were talking about the giant tits.

Madison is the one who looks okay. What does she look like? Like nearly all the girls you know in the low-rent Jersey-Pennsylvania places. Thankfully, she's the one who put her hand on my arm ... then my shoulder ... next my back ... my leg ... my crotch. Well almost. Sort of the general vicinity of my crotch. She hits the mark, however, when she turns her large-size butt to my zipper. Large size. This is what I mean by nearly all the girls you know in low-rent ...