"I'm telling you Mitch, Karen still has the best breasts I've ever seen." The little grin on Ed's face told me that behind his closed eyes he was looking at my wife twenty some odd years before when she had gotten into a wet tee shirt contest and she stripped off her shirt in front of him. I swear that every time we get together Ed's mind flashes him back to that day.
"I wish I had been there to see them," Lance remarked, "but they do look good from what I can see."
"Hell Buddy you've seen them too," I threw back at him.
"When?"
"1980, Spring Break, we all went skinny dipping in the hot pool up Slate Creek Canyon."
"Oh, yeah... OH Yeah!" you could watch as the memory filled Lance's mind, "they are nice."
The three of us sat for a moment each with their own vision of my wife's chest floating through our minds, when the door on the fifth wheel opened and Karen came out with bottles of beer and a Margarita in her hands. "What you boys talking about?" she asked as she set a bottle in from of each of us and sat in her chair between the other two.
"Your tits," I stated flatly while the other two blushed caught in their fantasy.
"These old saggy things?" She wiggled her chest showing off the cleavage her flesh colored bra pushed up towards the top of her white tank top, her 38d's were an impressive site even covered. She laughed as they leered towards her, acting impressed with the show. She met my two friends when we were in college, but we three guys, had been friends since grade school.
I smiled thinking of my friends' comments and how they lusted for just the sight of the magnificent breasts I played with for the last thirty years. In addition, the fact that Karen was drinking Margaritas... because as the song goes "Tequila makes her clothes come off." She was squirming all ready in the uncomfortable bra that gave her plenty of cleavage but the under wires pinched her; it was only a matter of time before it came off. I grabbed the next round of drinks while Ed started grilling the steaks, Lance was chatting up Karen.
Lance at 50 had the body of a 25 year old, an ironworker building bridges for the last 20 years he was rock hard, not the show off muscles of your average weight lifter, but the sculpted working muscles shaped by physical labor. Ed and I were not so physical in our jobs but still in fair shape, Ed is a chef and cooks some amazing dishes, but since his divorce fifteen or so years before he pretty much drank himself to sleep very night. His liver is shot, but he stays trim. Me? Well Karen drug me off to a health club that has done me well and amazing things to her, we had dropped a lot of inches and Karen was looking better all the time. Her hourglass figure had returned and once again, she was turning heads when she walked into a room.