Hmmm…lets think about that…or, you know, not.

Will nodded politely and reached out, groping her perfect tits through the thin fabric of her dress and the even thinner red lace of her bra. His cock stiffened almost as quickly as the naïve housewife’s nipples.

“Well?” she asked, prompting the college boy to remember that he wasn’t supposed to be just fondling her tits.

“They feel real, but I can’t be sure. I mean, breasts this size, on a woman as skinny as you are…just not likely,” Will replied. “Maybe if you jump up and down?”

Darlene nodded, **** to prove that the body she was so proud of was…in her parlance, ‘real’. That she wasn’t some hussy, or porn-star, who needed implants.

She bounced repeatedly as Will watched, but this time he remembered what it was he was supposed to be doing. His eyes only occasionally drifted down to her sleek legs and the red lace panties which suddenly appeared as she jumped, her minidress flouncing up around her waist.

“Nope, that’s not gonna do it. I need to see them,” Will demanded.

“WHAT?!?”

“Well, I’m not going to help you if you’re lying to me. Don’t you want to get this job?” Will asked, skipping over the fact that his ability to help her was non-existent.