#315142 - ” “Boy, you've got that right! After Freddy left the bathroom, and I heard him walk out of the front door of the small house, I just stood there for a few minutes, with my pants down, and my legs still spread apart. There! Now you know!” Then Bea simply continued fondling my balls, acting as if what she had just told me was no big deal. And to make matters even worse (from my point of view), whenever Bea is in a standing-up position, and she removes her blouse, and then takes off her bra; her boobs flop out of her bra, and hang straight down from her upper chest, looking just like two, side-by-side, slightly-flattened-out, flesh-colored footballs (by the way, I'm talking about American footballs here--not round soccer balls).