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Travel Titillation – Part IIAs our thighs touched, I engaged Dorothy in a bit more intimate conversation. I commented how I’d never seen a woman of her “vintage” that was so well cared-for, physically. She admitted she worked out quite a bit, but was all natural. Her waist tapered in nicely, with beautifully-flared hips and great jutting breasts. I commented how pleasing it was to know a woman will actually work with what she was give v. augmenting with Botox and silicone. She laughed and said, “Nope, it’s all me – take it or leave it!”Her comment was interesting, as I did not take canlı bahis it lightly. I responde with, “Is that an offer?” Dorothy responded with, “If that’s what you heard, that’s what I said!” I suggested we spend a bit more time in the hot tub, then retire to her room – or mine. She agreed.We stayed in the hot water, thighs still touching. I gathered she was O.K. with more than sitting next to her, I gently rested my hand on the front of her mid-thigh. Not so low as to not show interest, but not so high that I’d seem like a masher. She not only did not pull away – she rested her hand bahis siteleri on mine and slid it to her inner thigh.That was enough for me. Holding her hand, I gently pulled her to her feet, led her up the stairs and escorted her to our towels. I took the liberty of toweling her off, and took a chance of reaching from behind to the front. As I blotted water droplets from her chest, I rested my hands on her tits. It was a test – and I passed. She only reached to my hands and pressed against the bulges in her bathing suit.We quickly padded to the elevators. I said, “Your room or mine?” güvenilir bahis Dorothy responded with a “Mine. Give me 5 minutes!” I went to my room, stripped off my trunks, and donned a pair of lounging pants and a long-sleeved knit shirt. That took 5 minutes, as I figured. I went to Dorothy’s room, knocked on her door, and was greeted with a “Perfect Timing!” She swung open the door, greeting me dressed in a lovely pegnoir – royal blue, with much transparency. Dorothy was/is every bit a classic lady!I gazed at her body through the gauzy material. Her tits were fantastic – her thighs wonderfuly shaped. The panties she wore rose high on her hips, and they revealed small tufts of pubic hair projecting from the edges of the panty crotch. I was most exicted, and told her so.Please visit Part III.